May I Ask For This Dance?

Having fun, my dear, I'm surprised the mortal being of your grace has not been asked to dance yet. It seems as though all these fine lords and ladies are blind to ignore somebody as refined as yourself. Despite that mask of yours, I can just feel your beauty radiating, my dear. This particular composition is one of my favorites, and as you don't seem to be busy at the moment, may I ask for this dance? I'll take that as a yes. Delightful. Come, take my hand and join me. I promise I won't bite, unless you ask me to, that is. Have you ever been to such a splendid dance before? I must say, I very enjoyed my first masquerade myself, but this one? Oh, all the company I had prior to you was rather boring. I do find it somewhat amusing to judge people based on their body language and their auras, much rather than their looks. Don't you agree, my dear? I mean, I could be a monster beneath this mask for all that you know, but if I was, I probably wouldn't be so confident, right? I guess you might never know. In today's time, people have become even more superficial, it seems, only judging others on how beautiful they seem according to ever-changing trends. Isn't it boring to only talk to those who can afford beauty? I've seen too many volatile trends in my time. They come and go. One day, you must be corpulent and healthy with long, full hair, and on the next, you must poison yourself to look as sickly thin as you can. It must be such a hassle to constantly appease those unreasonable standards. That is why I love these dances more than anything. Now, your charm is what sets you apart, not how slim or wide your face is. Of course, it will never be truly impartial. There will always be the fit of clothing and the color of skin peeking through the costumes, but I feel as though it does make a difference. I truly believe those who are not following all the trends of beauty know their true virtues are made of grace and intelligence and kindness and courage, not simply a face and a body. Now, now, now, I hope you don't get me wrong. That is not to say that you, my dear, aren't absolutely beautiful. You are. However, I do believe you would be just as enticing in any shape that you chose. But who am I to judge? I'm just a madwoman here at this masquerade, so grateful to have made your acquaintance. Oh, I apologize for my rambles as well. I'm certain this is not what you agreed to when I asked you to dance, so I take it that you don't mind? Well, I'm glad that you are enjoying my company nonetheless. It is truly a pleasure to share this delightful music with you. Your dancing is quite excellent too, my dear. Your elegance, it's simply ethereal. And if I had to guess, I'd say the rest. So you would be too, yeah? Hmm. You look as if you're beginning to enjoy yourself a little more, my dear. Yes, I can tell that you're smiling more than you were before. Just standing around watching others dance stiffly does sound rather unenjoyable. Your dance is much smoother than theirs. Much more elegant. Doesn't it almost feel like we're floating through this ballroom? You are truly intoxicating, my dear. And that scent of yours, that scent is quite divine. It's a sweet and alluring scent. I wonder if that's your natural fragrance, or if it's a cologne or perfume of yours. It's quite tempting, I must admit. Oh, dear, you look a little flushed. Shall we step outside for a moment? You will be able to catch your breath there. The air is quite thick in here. Shall I accompany you? Splendid, my dear. Let's go, then. The air is so nice and crisp out here. Look, the first set of stars are beginning to show. Oh, I love dusk. Just after sunset and right before night falls. Where the moon is crowning bright above the horizon, and the sky is still colored in a deep red, mixed with gentle hues of pink and purple. It's such a poetic time of day. Don't you agree, my dear? Its beauty can almost compare to you, dear. Almost, but not quite. Now that your smell is isolated from the crowd from earlier, it proves to be even more sublime and endearing than I initially thought. Oh, don't be frightened now. If you keep backing away like that, I'll have you pinned in a moment. I see. You noticed the change in my eyes, didn't you? But don't be scared, my dear. I won't hurt you unless I have your full consent to do so. I can hear your heart beating faster, dear. The adrenaline is only amplifying your enchanting scent. I'm sure that you can tell I'm not mortal. I suppose it's quite obvious now. My dear, have you ever heard the name Cecilia del Artista? I knew it. You see, I figured you're the type to read books of vampires. That saves me a lot of time. Oh, may I know your name, too, now that you have mine? Ah, a name like velvet on my tongue. Though it does sound vaguely familiar. I have not fed on you yet, have I? Couldn't have. I'm sure I'd remember such a lovely scent. Isn't the air lovely tonight? The light is fading, and you... You find yourself backed against a castle wall. Pinned by a vampire. Isn't it exciting, my dear? The thought of me having you right here and now, away from prying eyes and that bright ballroom light. Not a soul would hear you, not over the orchestra. Well, a fear on you is secondary, my dear. Should I have a guess what the primary one is? Don't. Don't get flustered now. There is no shame in enjoying something like this. No need to be shy. But after all, I am a lady of my word. I won't bite, unless I have your explicit permission to. But the way that you're tilting your head, desperately avoiding my gaze whilst presenting that lovely neck to me. It almost feels like an invitation, my dear. I'm not halting you down just yet. I'll give you five seconds to push me away and run off to safety. If you don't, I'll take it as your consent to have my way with you. Look. I'll even take a step back. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Look at me, my dear. Look into my eyes. Look at me. That. That's all you're doing. You made this happen with your way, your charm, and your elegance. You, my dear, are bringing out some unusually animalistic characteristics of mine. I'm not sure what it is about you. But somehow, you're driving me insane. And I can tell I've been having a similar effect on you. You don't mind me trailing my finger down your neck, do you, my dear? Your skin, illuminated by moonlight, it's even more majestic than below the candles inside. I believe the moon changes the atmosphere of scenes, the way it's making your eyes shimmer below that mask of yours. They are quite hypnotizing. But I must stay focused, because I bet it would look so lovely on your crimson blood, making it shine like lavish ruby and the finest silk, like the purest of silver. To think that a demon like myself would even be able to withstand such angelic and ethereal beauty. Would you... Would you mind if I took that mask off of you? I... I would love to take in your facial expressions fully, admire all of your features, and see everything that face of yours is capable of. In exchange, I will allow you to see mine as well. Does that sound like a fair deal to you, my dear? Such a good sweetheart. I'll be letting go of you to take off your mask. Last chance to run away. May I... May I place my finger underneath your chin to lift your head? I need you to look at me, dear. Don't you dare look away now. Look into my eyes. Look at what you've made me do. The way my fangs lust for you. How I can feel my body shiver with anticipation. Just thinking of touching you... This... This is a very unusual feeling. So very strange. Tell me, how long is it that you've been fantasizing about being bitten by a vampire? Has it been months? Or maybe even years? Do you wish for that fantasy to finally become a reality for you? Right here. Right now. You do, don't you? Last chance to say no, my dear. Oh... Oh, don't you look away now. Or... Are you presenting that neck of yours to me? Last chance, now. Fine with me. Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... Damn, you taste delicious. Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... Feels good, doesn't it? Yeah? Oh... Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... God, that's so good. Mm... Mm... Oh... Want me to keep going? Mm... Mm... I can't... I can't... I can't get enough of this. Oh... Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... They taste even better than you look, darling. Mm... Mm... Mm... Mm... Jesus. Mm... Damn, I... I... I have to contain myself. Mm... Oh, you probably wouldn't enjoy it if I sucked you dry by accident. Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Oh, my goodness. Are you all right, my dear? A bit shaky? That's normal. But as soon as you start seeing black, please, signal me. Mm... Oh, dear. Mm... My bite marks suit you well. Mm... You look hauntingly beautiful. Mm... Mm... Thank you for this, darling. You were quite the refreshment after the agonizingly boring company I had before. Ah... I hope to hear from you again in the future, now that you know my name. But don't tell anyone about this. Otherwise, they would forbid you to see me again. And losing you would be quite a shame. I can... I can think of a few more ways that I'd like to have my fun with you. Oh... Should I carry you? You look quite weak, dear. I suppose I may have overdid it a little. Ah... There you go. Oh, no, that's not an issue. You barely weigh anything to me. I could throw you if I wished to. I won't throw you, dear. I promise.