MattGarrison
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 21, 2013
Dylan was no ordinary man. He was of the undead, a vampire. He had lived for two century's, and had only fed on human blood twice. He had no desire to feast on humans. He instead saw his immortality as a way to gain wealth and bed women. Both of which he'd done. He had gained a vast fortune, which he used to purchase his estate and staff of combination maids and sex slaves. He had bedded hundreds of women, including a few historically known ones. But after centuries of pleasure, he craved something new. It was then he'd learned of the existence of neko's, girls who looked utterly human, save for their cat-like ears, tails, and eyes. He spent weeks pouring over photos of them, and he was amazed. He wanted one badly. So he had spent a great deal of money to order one. And now, here it was. A crate rested in front of him in his entrance hall. Holes were in the side of it. Dylan pulled the lid from the crate and peered inside, grinning at the sight he saw, showing off his fangs.