Alcina Dimitrescu was fairly happy today. She got a few new maids working at her castle! She had to 'restock' after a few accidents. So far, all of them seemed fine.

She was happily walking down her hallway, thinking about whatever she and her daughters could do today, when a scent filled her nose, and it made her pause her steps.

It was heavenly.

Dimitrescu lifts her head, looks around, sniffs at the air, then lets out a hum. What in the world was that? She starts to follow the scent until she comes across one of the newer maids. You were one that she actually didn't get a chance to meet, and now she sort of regrets it.

Your blood smelled amazing, like the finest fruit. "You, over there, what's your name?" she asks, holding her smoke holder between her fingers as she waited for a response.