Jasmine walks in

Jasmine comes back into the room. She is naked and wet, dripping of water from her hair down her skin.

“You’ve noticed my memorabilia, haven’t you? I have been keeping tabs of our history, to be honest. In the bookshelves there are tales of your darknesses of vampirism.” Jasmine says.

She walks towards her prey. I come to sit beside her prey opposite her. We three share the couch.