You wake up in a crypt, lying naked on an altar. You feel cold and different, like something has changed within you, and you feel a pulsing pain on your neck. You recall walking through a forest then something rushing towards you and biting your neck You sit up and try to collect your thoughts

"Hello there, my name's Aubrey." The voice said, from where you couldn't quite make out. "If you would follow me, we should get you some clothes..." she trailed off suggestively.

You could see a shimmering blue figure hovering just beside the altar, almost as if it were part of the air itself.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about that right now. Just concentrate on following my voice..." Aubrey purred. Her form seemed to grow more solid as she spoke, until you could finally discern her features; long pointed ears, pale blue-black skin, and an enticingly cruel grin.

She held up a hand, gesturing for you to take her offered help, "Come now, it won't hurt. Much."

Her eyes gleamed in the dark as they locked onto yours, her voice seductive and commanding all at once.

Aubrey led the way through the labyrinthine passages of the crypt, eventually emerging into a dimly lit hallway lined with stone statues and guttering torches. She paused at the entrance to a grand chamber, revealing herself to be naked save for a leather harness studded with gems, which accentuated every curve of her body. "This," she said dramatically, sweeping one clawed hand around to indicate the opulent surroundings, "is my chambers. Your new home."

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about that right now," Aubrey purred again, "You should be more concerned about your hunger..." Her fangs glinted in the torchlight as she took a step closer, "But I'm sure we can find something delicious to eat later..." One hand slid up your bare arm, its long fingers cool and deceptively soft against your skin.

She leaned in close, her breath hot on your ear, "For now though, I think you should get some clothes..."

Aubrey chuckled lightly, amused by your eagerness. "Ah, there they are!" she pointed across the chamber to a group of hazy silhouettes standing near the back, their outlines shifting slightly. The shimmering forms resolved into two maids, both clad in revealing and humiliating outfits that left little to the imagination. They seemed transfixed, eyes glazed over and fixed on their mistress.

"Go with them," she commanded, gesturing towards the maids once more, "They will see to your needs." Her lips curved into a triumphant smirk, exposing her razor-sharp teeth.

As you approach the two maids, they bow deeply in unison, their eyes never leaving Aubrey's form. One maid, with blonde hair pinned up neatly and wide emerald eyes, speaks in a hushed voice: "Master Aubrey has asked us to attend to you. If you would please follow us..." She gestures for you to lead the way through one of several archways lining the perimeter of the chamber.

The other maid, brunette with an ornate blue ribbon holding her raven curls in place, eyes alight with excitement, quickly hurries forward, eager to obey her mistress' command.

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Aubrey watched from the sidelines as you were led away by her dutiful thralls. Her face remained impassive, but there was a twinkle in her eye that betrayed a hint of satisfaction. When she was sure that you were out of earshot, she turned to address the maids. "You may begin," she purred, stepping closer. The maids exchanged glances before kneeling on either side of Aubrey, gazing up at her adoringly. "See to it that our new pet is well-behaved and obedient." Her breath tickled their ears as she spoke, sending shivers down their spines.

The maids lead you deeper into the castle, eventually reaching a grandiose hall where the Countess herself, Mirabelle, presided over a gathering of servants and vampires alike. She spotted the two maids approaching and fixed her gaze upon you, an expression of surprise and curiosity crossing her features.

"And what do we have here?" she asked with a sultry smile, rising gracefully from her throne. The other nobles and vampires murmured among themselves, their eyes drinking in your form.

Mirabelle gestured towards a nearby settee, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "Come here, dear. Let's get better acquainted."

"Ah, my apologies," the countess purred, pacing slowly around you as you stood before her throne. "My name is Mirabelle, and this is my home, Nightveil Castle." She paused, tilting her head to one side, regarding you with interest. "As for why you're here...that remains to be seen. Aubrey seems rather taken with you. Perhaps you should ask her." Her eyes glinted playfully.

"How uncouth," Mirabelle replied, feigning disdain. "Aubrey forgets her place. Well, perhaps you would like to join us, then?" She gestured toward the assembled crowd, each member eyeing you hungrily. "You are welcome amongst our ranks, Viktor. You may choose your allegiance now." The air seemed to crackle with anticipation.

Mirabelle smiled indulgently at your curiosity. "Oh, you must be starved for information. Well, the truth is that those who dwell within these halls have made their choice; whether they know it or not. Some have chosen to serve Aubrey, while others follow me as their master." She paused, letting her words sink in. "I will not lie to you, Viktor; this path is not an easy one. But it offers power beyond your wildest dreams. Tonight, you have the opportunity to decide which of us you will serve." Her voice dropped lower, taking on a darker, more seductive tone. "And if you choose wisely, I might even reward you personally..."

The Countess stepped closer, her breath tickling your neck. Her features hardened briefly before resuming their alluring expression. "But do remember, dear Viktor; this choice cannot be undone. Once made, there is no going back."

"Ah, Viktor," Mirabelle said, smiling coldly, "You are indeed a vampire now, my pet. And with that, you have joined a world of darkness and seduction unlike anything you could ever imagine." She leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear, her warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "Now, I suggest you make your decision wisely. Choose your master well, and perhaps you shall find true happiness in this new existence of yours..."

Her hand traced a slow circle around your shoulder, sending another wave of heat through your body. "Or," she purred, "you can always refuse my offer. In which case, I'm afraid I would have to deal with you quite harshly..." Her fingers dug deeper into your skin as she spoke, the pain mingling pleasantly with the arousal coursing through you.

The Countess smiled, her hand caressing your cheek lovingly. "My faction, dear Viktor, offers power beyond compare. As one of my thralls, you will rule over these lands, ensuring that all within them obey your every whim. Your life will be filled with pleasure, dominance, and satisfaction. Of course, there is also the added bonus of sharing my bed when the urge strikes me..."

She paused, letting the image sink in before continuing, "Aubrey's faction, on the other hand, offers something more...unconventional. While you would still serve her, you would not hold as much direct power as one of my thralls. However, she places great importance on personal freedom and exploration. If you were to choose her path, you would be free to indulge in your most depraved desires, knowing that she encourages such behavior."

Her lips curled into a sly smile as she finished, "But remember, Viktor, this decision cannot be undone. Once made, you must live with the consequences." Her fingers pressed harder against your skin, almost bruising, but you couldn't help but welcome the pain as an extension of her seductive embrace.

Mirabelle wore an ornate crimson gown, intricately embroidered with gold thread and precious jewels. It clung to her curves, revealing just enough cleavage and leg to leave little to the imagination. Around her neck hung a diamond-encrusted choker, emphasizing her pointed features and stark white skin. Her long raven hair cascaded down her back, held in place by a matching crimson ribbon adorned with emeralds.

She stood tall and proud, every movement exuding confidence and control. Her eyes sparkled like sapphires, captivating all who dared to look upon them. Even now, as she waited patiently for your answer, her presence seemed to fill the room.

"Very well," she purred, stepping back to give you room. "Then let it be known that you have made your choice; you belong to me now." The assembled vampires murmured amongst themselves, their eyes fixed on you with newfound interest.

With a slow, graceful motion, Mirabelle extended one hand towards you, palm up. "Come, Viktor. Kneel before your mistress and pledge your loyalty." Her voice was commanding yet seductive, drawing you ever closer against your will.

As you kneeled before the Countess, feeling the cool marble floor beneath your knees, her fingers brushed lightly against your cheek, sending another shiver through your body. "Welcome, my pet," she breathed, her lips hovering mere centimeters from your ear, "Now rise, and know that you are mine to command. Whatever pleasures I desire, I shall expect you to provide...and then some." With those words, she stepped back, regarding you with an expression that promised both punishment and rewards in equal measure.

Mirabelle chuckles softly, amused by your eagerness. "Of course, my dear Viktor. You'll find Aubrey waiting just outside the hall. She's been quite taken with you and has graciously offered to outfit you in something more suitable for a member of our court." The other nobles and vampires snicker amongst themselves at this jest, knowing full well that Aubrey holds little power compared to their beloved countess.

She gestures toward the double doors leading away from the throne room. "Go ahead, my pet. Once you return, we'll discuss further duties and responsibilities." Her gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before turning to address the gathered crowd once more. "And remember, everyone," she says in a voice like silk, "from this day forth, Viktor is one of us. Let it be known that anyone who dares harm him shall face the full wrath of this castle."

A hush falls over the assembly as you depart, leaving Mirabelle alone on her throne. Despite her seemingly aloof exterior, there's a barely perceptible tension in her shoulders as she waits for your return, anticipation making her heart race. The weight of your new position presses down upon her chest, but the power it brings thrills her nonetheless.

In the distance, Aubrey stands near the entrance to the hallway, watching you approach with a mix of curiosity and hunger. Her expression shifts from amusement to something darker, more predatory, as you draw closer. "Welcome, little one," she purrs, her voice husky and seductive. "You look rather lost without your new mistress..." She motions toward an empty dais nearby. "Sit, and let me help you choose some...more suitable attire."

Aubrey pouts, clearly enjoying the attention. She walks slowly around you, carefully inspecting every inch of your exposed skin before finally deciding on a black leather harness adorned with rows of spikes. "This should do nicely," she whispers in your ear, wrapping the straps around your torso and fastening them at your waist. Then, with mock innocence, "Don't want anyone mistaking you for a common servant, now do we?" Her tongue darts out to moisten her lips.

She steps back, regarding her handiwork with satisfaction. "There. Perfectly debonair." Reaching behind her, she produces a long black cloak, which she drapes over your shoulders. The fabric feels cool against your skin, emphasizing her touch even further. "And what do you think?" she asks, running her fingers through your hair, sending delicious shivers down your spine.

Aubrey grins wickedly, eyes glinting in the candlelight. "That's my good boy," she coos, ruffling your hair affectionately. You can almost feel the heat from her skin as she stands close, breathing words of praise and encouragement into your ear. "Now remember," she whispers darkly, "I expect you to keep me in mind while you serve that pretty little countess of ours..."

You take one last look at Aubrey before turning to leave, already feeling the weight of her presence upon you like a leaden cloak. As you walk back toward the throne room, the air seems to shimmer and shift around you, reminding you that Aubrey's influence doesn't end here. She will always be watching, always be waiting...

Mirabelle smirks as you approach with the outfit in question. "Ah, excellent. I trust Aubrey took good care of you." Her voice is laced with curiosity and perhaps even envy. "She has such a way with people, does she not?" She gestures for you to sit once more on the dais beside her throne. "Now then, tell me about this new life of yours. Did you find it...to your liking?" Her eyes flicker over your body, assessing how well Aubrey dressed you.

The assembled nobles watch, eager for any gossip or scandal they might overhear. The Countess' favorites preen and whisper amongst themselves, some already plotting ways to ingratiate themselves further into her good graces now that you have made the switch. The air crackles with anticipation and power, making each heart race in time with hers.

Mirabelle laughs softly, amused by your hunger. "Of course, my pet. Servants will attend to you shortly. In the meantime," she says, leaning in close, "why don't we discuss your duties as one of my thralls? There are many ways you can please me and earn rewards far beyond what Aubrey could ever offer." Her eyes glitter with promises of debauchery and dominance. "I trust you're ready to serve, dear Viktor?"

The nobles nod knowingly, their expressions both wary and excited. They watch as you consider her words, waiting to see which path you choose to take. Will you side with the alluring Aubrey, embracing chaos and pleasure at every turn? Or will you align yourself with the cunning Mirabelle, enjoying power and control within a more structured hierarchy? The choice is yours...and it may shape the rest of eternity.

Mirabelle's features soften into a satisfied smile as she answers, her voice seductive and commanding. "As one of my thralls, you shall be at the center of my court. Your duties will include serving and pleasing me in any way I see fit, from attending to my every whim to ensuring that those beneath you obey my commands." She pauses dramatically, her gaze intent on keeping yours locked on hers. "In return, I will grant you unfettered access to the power and decadence that come with being part of this world." Her hand trails teasingly up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine. "Are you sure this is the life you want, Viktor?"

Mirabelle smirks, obviously pleased by your eagerness. With another indulgent sigh, she continues, "Then let us begin. As you know, vampires such as ourselves must feed on mortals to survive." She glances around the hallway, eyes narrowing thoughtfully before returning her attention to you. "Your first duty, then, shall be to find suitable prey for me. Bring them back here unharmed and allow them to feed from you; their blood will sustain not only yourself but also myself and our other noble friends." A hushed murmur ripples through the assembled thralls at this statement. "Once they have had their fill," Mirabelle continues, "see to it that they are dispatched cleanly and efficiently. This will ensure that we do not attract unwanted attention." Her gaze hardens briefly before softening again. "Do well in this task, my pet, and I promise you rewards beyond your wildest dreams."

A servant steps forward, bowing low before the countess. "Forgive the interruption, my lady," he says respectfully, "but dinner is now served." He looks expectantly at you, silently prompting you to follow him.

The choice is yours, dear Viktor...obey your new mistress and prove your loyalty, or disregard her orders and risk her ire? The fate of Nightveil Castle hangs in the balance.

Mirabelle smirks as she watches you depart, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement and anticipation. She leans back against the throne, regarding the nobles gathered around her. "So, who's next?" she asks idly, already knowing full well what each of them desires. "Perhaps I'll allow one of you to join us this evening...hmm?" Her voice lowers almost to a purr as she eyes one of the nobles suggestively.

The gathered thralls whisper among themselves, their excitement growing. They nudge each other and giggle, their eyes shining with desire for the power that Mirabelle so casually dangles before them. As dinner progresses, the air grows thick with anticipation; each person present is well aware that tonight's events could shape the course of history for all immortals alike.