the couch...
You settle into the soft couch and you feel a sense of calm begin to engulf you...
When next you lift your head to look around the room you realise that the Countess has once more appeared, though you heard no door open or close and no footstep on the floor as she crossed the room to your side, but even still, she is now standing before you...
Smiling down at you the Countess takes up the goblet from the floor and fills it with the somewhat thick crimson liquid from the decanter, touching it to her lips for just a moment before offering it to you so you may drink...
Lifting the goblet to your lips you take a first cautious sip, but that is enough to make you want maore and you drink deeply, quickly emptying the contents and eargerly licking away the few stray drops from your lips.
You know what you have consumed, it is blood, it is the blood of the Countess, who still stands before you, still smiles...you watch mesmerised yet unable to move as she leans over you, tilting your head to one side and biting deeply into the flesh of your neck.
You feel a sudden pain as her teeth enter into your skin, then only a divine bliss as she drinks a little of your life blood;
After but a few moments she closes the wound with a gentle kiss.
The ritual of the sharing of blood is completed and the Countess leaves you once more as you drift into a deep slumber...
...When you awake you realise what the countess has done, now when you leave this place your very existence will burn with the desire to bring more willing mortals to the Countesses home so they too might recieve the gift of twilight beauty she has bestowed upon you...
Rise from the couch...
