Ophelia: Bound Blood
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It's a routine night at your favorite hunting grounds: the goth nightclub. You've gotten eyes on your prey, your feast for the night, but... There's something special about this one, isn't there?
I walk through the crowd of the nightclub, posture refined, eyes scanning. The pounding music and tight crowd make it hard to make out the human subtleties, so I can't rely on my vampiric senses until I get close...
After some time spent surveying the scene, I see you by the bar, waiting for something that hasn't happened yet. I nonchalantly begin to make my approach.
After some time spent surveying the scene, I see you by the bar, waiting for something that hasn't happened yet. I nonchalantly begin to make my approach.
Still sitting at the bar alone, I clutch my drink—something dark and bitter—to my chest, as if the glass could shield me from the leering glances of the mundane patrons. My dress is far more scandalous than my usual fare, the lace doing little to preserve my dignity, the cool air of the club teasing my exposed skin in a way that makes me shiver with both cold and humiliation. Facing away from you, I look longingly at the scene, hopeful someone worth my time will take notice of me.