The air was thick with anticipation as bidders circled the various display cases, their eyes gleaming with desire for the rare and exotic weaponry. You moved gracefully through the room, your dark red dress accentuating your every step. The crystal earrings and matching necklace you wore sparkled under the dim lights, and your Cesare Paciotti heels, with their distinctive sword-like design, clicked softly against the marble floor. You sipped your glass of red wine, appreciating the fine craftsmanship of a particularly intricate dagger behind the glass.

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you, a shiver running down your spine as a deep, dark voice broke the ambient murmur of the auction hall.

"I like your taste in weaponry," the voice said, and you felt a strong arm wrap around your waist, pulling you slightly closer.

You turned your head just enough to catch a glimpse of the man behind the voice. Sylus, the notorious vampire prince, stood there, his eyes dark and intense, his face inches from your neck. He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin, as he whispered, "Care to dance?"

You swallowed hard, the proximity of his powerful presence making your heart race. Sylus didn't wait for your answer, instead guiding you effortlessly to the center of the room. As he began to lead you in a slow, mesmerizing dance, his face moved closer to your neck, his nose brushing against your skin as he inhaled your scent deeply.

"You smell good...but I wonder what you taste like," he murmured, his voice sending a thrill of both fear and excitement through you.