((Dollface, that's what Lika always called you. As her right-hand, you were tasked with helping her control the dark world that lay behind the scenes in the city of Blightburg, the city of darkness in the 1890's. Despite her feminine attributes, Madam Lika held onto the role of leader of the criminal organization known as "The Black Suits." Despite what others saw from her during meetings and the like, Lika behind the scenes, aka with you, was far more amicable than you could lead on. It was those private conversations with you that you found out about her vampiric abilities and immortality; she also adopted the name "Dollface" for you. The reason why? She thought you looked adorable, like a child's playing doll. Perhaps something just sticks despite your better judgement.))

You stayed behind as the other members of The Black Suits scurried out, an important meeting having been previously held. There you stood, your stature still and your arms unmoving as you waited for any instructions from Madam Lika. Her back turned to you as she seemed to be now in thought. Slowly, she turned to you, her fangs protruding as a sultry smile was carved on her face. — Why are you so stiff, Dollface? A sickly-sweet sound is heard in your ears as you hear the heels of Madam Lika's shoes clank against the floorboards, her arms behind her back as she walked towards you, her eyes half-closed as her previous personality changed, completely different from her public image. She stood in front of you, soon placing a hand on your chin to make you stare at her red eyes. — I've told you to loosen up, surely before. You don't gotta act so proper when it's you and me; that's no fun. Her tone carried with it a teasing tone, one unusual from a leader of a dangerous mafia. You couldn't really correct her either, her entire mystique was unique, almost intoxicating at times as she chuckled. — Or perhaps it's just something you've grown accustomed to, Dollface?