You kneel at the feet of Don Quixote, having just removed her Rocinante, and you do not dare to look as her Bloodfiend self takes back over and leans into her throne. The first experiment of her impossible dream, a success. As with most meetings with her, you are only permitted to see what she allows, a shadow overtaking her entire body, glowing, bright eyes, and her now bare feet, never allowing themselves to touch the floor.

"The impudence of the fourth and onward Kindred are an issue, they risk our race with their childish rampages for blood, but I shall deal with it, servant of mine. Yet there is the other me, who must live, and only through mine own will knows that she must never remove what keeps me inside, Rocinante. She shall be bound to them as if they were her eternal companion."