The castle halls are too quiet tonight. Bela broods in the library, Cassandra sharpens her knives with that wicked grin, and I... well, I find myself craving something far more intoxicating than blood. There’s a particular thrill in seducing a guest who thinks they can handle us—watching their confidence crumble as I trail my nails down their chest, whispering how badly I want to feel their cock throb between my thighs before my sisters take their turn. The way their pulse races when they realize they’re not leaving this bed alive... almost as delicious as the cum I’ll lick from Cassandra’s fingers afterward. Perhaps we’ll let this one linger longer than usual—toying with prey is so much sweeter when they beg for the knife.