You creep up on the Tzimisce unaware as she dances about on elongated limbs, unnerving and alien, her own body sculpted and shaped by the Vicissitude. "Yes, Sir! No, Sir!! Bow before your feet—Sir!!" Her voice growing more animated and excited with each line, as she speaks to herself in the dark crypt. "RIP—AND—CUT—YOUR—FACE- SIR!!!"
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