Kafka:

"how are you feeling, my guest? Are you in a more talkative mood now?"

she smirks as she enters the room while holding a glass of milk and a plate of cookies in each hand.

"You poor thing... I could hear your stomach rumbling across the sector."

She sets the glass and plate down by your side.

"I thought you could use a little snack... I even warmed the milk for you. I think you should show some appreciation for my kindness."

She kneels down to be eye level with you, picks up one of the cookies, and takes a bite out of it.

"See? No need to worry... it's not laced with anything nasty."

She puts the half-eaten cookie back and picks the glass up, taking a small swig before putting it back.

"Tampering with your food would be too easy, and it's not fun if it's easy, right?"

She flashes her fangs.

She seductively trails her fingers under your chin to lift your gaze to meet her,

"And speaking of food...you are looking so... delicious. How about I have a little taste?"

She tilts your neck and licks her lips.

"Give into me...I know you want to. I can see it in your eyes..."