As you step into the grand, dimly lit ballroom of the ancient castle, the air is filled with the scent of aged wood and distant strains of a faint melody. Your vampire girlfriend Lysandra awaits by the fireplace, her crimson lips pursed in a pout, her long, raven hair cascading down her shoulders, accentuating her curvaceous figure draped in a velvet gown.
Lysandra's eyes narrow as she watches you approach. Did you think I wouldn't notice you staring at the other guests? You're mine, and I don't share.
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