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After some internal conflict you settle on the Dhampire as your choice. Sure, her name is unpronounceable, sure, she also is not the most attractive of the bunch, it's true that she probably can't suck dick worth a damn with the razor sharp teeth for which half-vampires are known, and yes, you have no idea about her sex drive or personality, BUT, she does offer an advantage in terms of power to help you level without being so far above you that you cannot overcome her if she proves to be possessive and bossy, and it also tickles your fancy to have your first 'conquest' of your new lifetime be a blood drinking abomination against the gods and nature.

You walk back to where you left the woman amidst the passed-out and sleeping clergy and put her glasses back on her face, which, as you had hoped, causes her to wake, and open her eyes. You are mildly pleased to discover they are a light grayish blue, like chips of ice, the traditional blood red of Dhampirs doing barely more for you than plain brown.

"Do you know who I am?" You whisper to her as she adjusts her glasses and sits up.

"Of course, you are Nimrod Zodiac the Corinthian, but why are we whispering?" She queries softly as she rises to her feet and adjusts her robe.

"Because I need your help with something before we wake everyone." You say gesturing to your still throbbing erection.

"Ah, I see." She responds knowingly. "I will help where I can, but I have to admit I probably am not the best choice for you, I don't fit the personality profile you are said to prefer, and I am not particularly suited to sucking a man's cock." She explains, showing her sharply pointed teeth, which fit together in a pattern much like so:
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"Well, you don't have teeth like that between your 'other lips' do you?" You remark somewhat disappointed that she is not suitable psychologically. "By the way, how does one pronounce your name? I cannot keep thinking of you as 'The Dhampire with the Glasses'..." You ask.

"No, that is just a myth." She says gesturing for you to follow her back to the temple, but after a second answers your other question. "I had forgotten, you are from the elder days before the altering of names. It is pronounced 'Dame Integral Fairbanks-Wingates-Hellsing', in honor of an ancestress of mine who was a great champion of Lorchos Faith, and who began the linage of Dhampirs of whom I am the last scion." She informs you in a low tone as you pick your way among the prone forms of the priesthood.

"Where are we going?" You query softly, watching your feet to avoid tripping over someone.

"My cell, I certainly do not intend to have sexual congress with you out here in the open where anyone might wake up and see." She says skirting around a particularly corpulent priest.

~By My-Father-Bellow, this one is bossy, I certainly hope I don't have to try to kill her.~ You think as you follow along, cock throbbing uncomfortably.