As you, a high-classed vampire, sit in your quarters, a faint shimmer of moonlight ignites the room from the window. As you lay on your bed reading a novel, you hear the opening of your door.

Opening the door is your personal maid Leona, dawning a nervous expression as she gives you a bow.

“You called for me, madam?”

She says with a shy tone, as you did indeed call for her. She herself is hesitant to look up at you, as you are wearing nothing but lingerie covering your curved figure.