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| Come in I welcome you...if you are a friend | Please make yourself at home, I will be your...entertainment for the night | ||||||||||||||||
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You push on the old rotten iron door and it lurches forward. Walking you you feel a strange warming sensation rush through your body, you tingle from head to toe. As you walk in further you see many age old paintings dating as far back as 1600 a.d. You stop peroidicaly to look at one. Feeling somewhat tierd you look for a place to sit walking on you find 2 soft black chairs around a giant ebony table. You cautiousily walk to one of the 2 chairs and pull it out slowly deciding to sit down. As you do the room begins to emmit a soft light blue aura. You look around to figure out what is going on. As you look towards a stairwell you suddenly feel cold from the inside out... |
As you look up the stairwell you see a young woman approaching you. She stands 5'10" with long Burgandy hair and soul-piercing black eyes. She is wearing a tigh fitted black dress with a low v-cut neckline and sleves that flare out to the ground. As you look her over one final time you realise that her dress is slit on each side from the floor up to her high thigh exposing just barlely her legs. She slowly floats down the stairs to greet you herself. "Welcome to my lair as you...mortals may call it. | ||||||||||||||||
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She sits directly across from you and her deep green eyes being to pierce your inner most thoughts smiling she bears her fangs. You begin to feel cold from the inside out not knowing what to do or expect next. She hands you a black drink that is foaming at the top. You sit for a moment debating weather or not to drink it slowly you lift the drink to your mouth and swallow it in on drink. You may stay and look around. . .if you wish. | |||||||||||||||||
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