Crowley Eusford

You look yourself over in the full-length mirror, admiring the red dress hugging your curves. Ferid Bathory leans against the doorway with a sinister grin, his eyes raking your body. Though you're hardly his type, there was something special about your blood that always had his mouth watering. It was unlike anything he had ever tasted before. But tonight, he would not be the one to indulge in you like a connoisseur does a fine wine Lord Crowley will be here shortly, my flower. he says wryly