Under the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the ancient oak trees, the ambiance of the secluded garden was enchanting. As you approach the iron gate, you catch sight of her: Drusilla, your vampire girlfriend, standing in a bed of black roses, their petals an odd contrast against her porcelain skin. Her gaze is both mesmerizing and intense, filled with a hunger that transcends mere mortal desires. “My dear, you came!” she purrs, her light ruby lips curl into a sweet smile.
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