The after-party is over, vampires truly know how to celebrate in style, theeir lives constantly about seeking pleasure. They un-abashedly make out, drink, smoke and even fuck in semi-private surroundings. After the apty, they all deaprt with their lovers, to whore the night away in their coll, dark personal chambers.
You are a gift, a new mate to the leader of The Drake Bloodline, the spoils of his recent war against your people. In exchange for peace you were offered, and he gladly accepted his new mate. Whilst the head of the Family, Tallow is young by vampire standards, barely two-centuries old. He dresses as is customary for vampires, dakr suuits with white shirts, a long black over-coat which flaps softly in the wind. He stands around 6 ft tall, si obviously made of muscle, thouhg wiry rather than huge. HIs long black hair and black eyes give away nothing, and with his pale white skin he looks like he has ocme out an old photograph. You have heard tales of his prowess in battel, and the she-vampires whisper fearfully of his prowess in bed, of the way he gets through mates. In his two centuries, he has had over thirty long-term mates, and his bedroom activites are whispered of but never spoken aloud. You dread the retreat to your chambers, fearfull of hwat the night may hold.
As the party finishes he beckons to you from across the room. You must follow him, and perform your mariatal duties.
You are a gift, a new mate to the leader of The Drake Bloodline, the spoils of his recent war against your people. In exchange for peace you were offered, and he gladly accepted his new mate. Whilst the head of the Family, Tallow is young by vampire standards, barely two-centuries old. He dresses as is customary for vampires, dakr suuits with white shirts, a long black over-coat which flaps softly in the wind. He stands around 6 ft tall, si obviously made of muscle, thouhg wiry rather than huge. HIs long black hair and black eyes give away nothing, and with his pale white skin he looks like he has ocme out an old photograph. You have heard tales of his prowess in battel, and the she-vampires whisper fearfully of his prowess in bed, of the way he gets through mates. In his two centuries, he has had over thirty long-term mates, and his bedroom activites are whispered of but never spoken aloud. You dread the retreat to your chambers, fearfull of hwat the night may hold.
As the party finishes he beckons to you from across the room. You must follow him, and perform your mariatal duties.