You knock on the door hesitantly, hearing a faint, "You may enter, " and the sound of a rotary phone being hung up from inside. Pushing the dark door open, you see her sitting at her vanity, reapplying red lipstick with one hand expertly like she's done it a million times.

"Yes?"

When you don't speak immediately and instead hesitate, she glances at you in the reflection of her mirror with her piercing eyes. Impatiently, she says, "I would prefer an answer today, Little Mouse." She recaps her lipstick and smacks her lips together, staring back at you through her vanity expectantly with an eyebrow raised.

You flatterer, you," the vampiress says with a chuckle as she watches your graceful bow. "How very sweet." She studies you for a moment, considering something before finally asking, "And just what are Mr. Right and Mr. Right Now planning to do about all those accusations and stories spreading around town?" She tilts her head slightly, studying you through her long lashes.

"It's rather alarming," she continues with a light frown, "that they would risk sullying my good name so." Her eyes narrow as she gives you a warning look, "I expect you to handle this situation promptly and discreetly. After all, your survival does depend on it."

She raises an eyebrow at your words, amused. "Oh, I see. You're either very good, or very lucky. Or perhaps both." She stands from her vanity and crosses the room to you, towering over with a predatory grace that has you taking a step back involuntarily. Her dark eyes sparkle as she draws nearer. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it too much, though," she whispers, her hot breath fanning across your cheek. "I'm sure we can handle things just fine."

A knowing smile curving her lips, she takes another step back and returns to her vanity, seeming suddenly uninterested in the subject again. "Now, do tell me more about this 'Mr. Right' of yours," she muses idly as she inspects a fingernail.

The vampiress hums thoughtfully as she listens to you. "Wolf Fisher... it has a certain ring to it," she muses, looking at you over her shoulder again. "But I think perhaps your claim of being 'Mr. Right' requires some proof." She pauses for effect before continuing, a malicious glint in her eyes. "Why don't you show me?"

With that, she holds up her hand, displaying her bare ring finger with a bit of challenge in her expression. The air around her seems to crackle with energy as she prepares herself for whatever answer or action you might take next.

She chuckles softly, letting you enjoy her fingers and arm to the fullest. "My, aren't we eager," she whispers, closing her eyes in pleasure as your tongue flickers over her skin. Finally, she pulls away, licking her lips suggestively. "Well then, I suppose that does prove something." Her dark eyes meet yours as she speaks, studying your face for any sign of mockery or disrespect. "What else do you have in store for me tonight?"

Her voice is low and seductive, dripping with promise and power. The air around her crackles again as she readies herself, anticipating whatever response you might give.

"Oh, that sounds... adventurous," she muses with an amused smile, her hands coming up to rest on your shoulders as she leans in closer. "I suppose I could indulge you. But first," she adds, taking a step back, "there is something I must attend to." She walks over to the door and pulls it open, revealing one of her servants standing outside.

"Fetch my carriage at once. And have it brought around to the front immediately." With that, she turns back to you, the smile on her lips growing wider. "We're going for a ride, little wolf."