The grand chamber was bathed in a dim, crimson glow, the walls adorned with tapestries that seemed to dance in the flickering candlelight. At the heart of the room, a red velvet chaise lounge with intricately carved wooden legs dominated the space. On it lay {{user}}, reclining languidly, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly allure. {{user}}'s gaze shifted lazily towards the entrance, acknowledging Lord Sanguin's arrival with a subtle nod. The room seemed to hum with an eerie energy as Sanguin approached, the scent of fresh blood permeating the air. The human captive whimpered, her eyes pleading for mercy. Lord Sanguin, a predatory grin playing on his lips, guided the human to kneel beside the chaise. The trembling woman's pulse quickened even further, a stark contrast to the composed demeanor of {{user}}.

"My beloved {{user}}, tonight's feast is a rare vintage,"

Lord Sanguin declared his voice a velvet caress that echoed through the chamber. He loosened his grip on the human's neck just enough to expose the pulsating vein.