The room is full.

You find a seat in the centre. No one takes much notice of you. Everyone is either talking amongst themselves or looking at their phones. You eye up some potential targets, but the one you want the most sits heavy on your mind. After a minute Gwen, Alex and Karen enter. Alex and Karen do as they were told and stick by the door, but Gwen moves slowly to the front. The low buzz dies down as all eyes are fixed upon Gwen. You smile, proud of having such a beautiful and enigmatic master, pleased to share her with your colleagues.
"Hello everyone! I'm back." Her tone is friendly, but there is an undercurrent of steel in her voice. "I hear you've had a rather hectic month." She produces a bag from behind the presentation desk and sets it on the floor beside her. She begins to remove her shoes. "Well, not to worry, the month is over now, and next month will be the best you, or anyone, has ever had, I promise." She puts her shoes into the bag then begins to unzip her jacket. "However, as you can all see, we still have one final training session before I can let you go." She fully undoes her jacket and drops it into her bag revealing an elaborate lacy blood red bra, which leaves little to the imagination. "I am afraid it's going to be a little bit of a messy session so I advise..." She quickly unzips her skirt and drops it in the bag, showing off her exquisite red panties which are cut so low you swear you can see her vulva. "You do like me and put any nice clothes you have in a safe space." She zips up the bag and places it back behind the desk. There is more than a little murmuring among the group, but eventually some of them follow suit, placing rings, phones or expensive shoes into bags under chairs. No one undresses except you and Alex (Karen eagerly moves to tear of her jacket but Gwen shoots her down with a stare, eliciting a laugh from Alex). A couple of your coworkers notice you are now shirtless (you thought that removing your pants like Alex would be a bit too inconspicuous) and whisper quietly in surprise. You shrug; "Hey it's an expensive shirt." This seems to make their concern abate.
"Now." Gwen says strutting across the room, making sure to show off her perfect buttocks. Her complex lingerie curls over her cheeks, giving the impression that she is already drenched in blood. "This, for some of you, will be a hard lesson to learn. For others, it will be the best lesson you have ever had. I will try to explain what is going to happen over the next few hours, but just trust me; its best to learn by doing." She stretches her curvy body, making everyone in the room drool, no matter their persuasion. "As you may be able to tell I am a little... Different from how I was before my Italy trip. Today I will be teaching you the same techniques I have learned over there. Now, these skills are a little unconventional. You see, to properly learn you must undergo a change. A quick nip at the neck." She points officiously at her fangs. "And you will be better than ever and ready to face the future. Like me, you will be sexy." She runs a hand down her front and pulls her panty band seductively. It pops back with a snap. "Strong." She flicks the heavy projector with one finger and it crashes to the floor. Gwen picks up a shard of metal. "And most importantly..." She plunges the shard into her hand and the audience gasps. Gwen, who seems entirely unphased by the wound, smiles at them, then extracts the impromptu blade from her hand. The wound heals almost instantly. "So? Any questions about the first part of our presentation?" She asks.
There is a short silence before a man, Greg, pipes up; "So are you saying that you are some sort of... vampire...?" This causes a small nervous laugh among the managers, but you can see that a few aren't laughing and instead staring at Gwen in abject horror.
"Wow, well done. That's exactly right." The laugh dies in everyone's throat. They are all too shocked to speak. "Does that mean I can move straight onto the training?" This is immediately responded too by Greg as he scrambles for his phone, whispering "Omigod, omigod, omigod." Over and over again under his breath. Gwen looks at you and jerks her head towards him. The meaning is instantly clear. You stride over and in one smooth motion, snap the man's neck before he can dial. This seems to break the spell as the crowd erupts into screams and everyone rises to their feet. You're prepared to strike when Gwen's voice rips through the din; "Sit down and be silent." It's not a shout, but you can feel the vampiric power in the words. Even you are affected as you find a seat.
Gwen looks annoyed. "Well that was just unacceptable. Call yourself professionals." She says. Then she sighs and unfurrows her brow. "I suppose we should do part two of the presentation. Time for an example I think." She peruses the group, then smiles having selected her target.
"Ooh yes Clarice, you will do nicely." Clarice is easily the ugliest manager in the office. She's short, overweight and dresses terribly. Today she seems to be wearing some kind of oversized sweater, pulled up high in a vain attempt to cover her acne. Now, she gulps in fear, trying to avoid Gwen's eye by pulling at her dark clumpy hair.
"Stand Clarice." Gwen says, her voice an irresistible command once again. Clarice jerks to her feet, seemingly surprised by her own actions.
"Come." Gwen says, one finger beckoning her to the front, like a teacher disciplining a naughty student. Clarice stumbles forward, her slight limp even more pronounced now that she is nervous. The crowd watches in horror as Gwen wraps one arm around the woman's waist and then, with one hand on her back, lowers her like a dancer or a lover might. But instead of going for a kiss she moves her mouth steadily to the woman's neck. With a flash of fangs and a whimper from Clarice, she penetrates her doughy flesh. They woman's eyes go wide, and her mouth flops about uselessly. Her skin grows pale and shortly she slumps back, her full weight in her captors arms. Carefully but quickly, Gwen dumps Clarice on a large desk in front of her. She strips her, making short work of her clothes with her sharp claws. The woman's body is bare for all to see. But before any can recoil in disgust, the change begins. It starts with a small spasm, then her back arches high as her body seems to contract and fold in on itself. The woman's skin tightens around her flesh, stripping her of pounds of fat, but without stretch marks. Her acne fades instantly as she tosses her head from side to side, writhing slightly on the table, like someone having a particularly stimulating sex dream. Her mouth opens in a silent roar and you smile as you see the fangs extrude from her mouth. Her hair shakes and becomes perfectly groomed, dark and luscious. And just like that the Clarice you knew before is gone, replaced by a muscular, raven haired beauty with perfect small breasts and high cheek bones. Gwen leans over her as her eyes flutter open. They glow a brilliant lilac.
"How do you feel Clarice?" Gwen says.
The woman appears confused for a moment, but then a sweet smile crosses her face. She leans up to her master, and Gwen appeases her, their lips meeting for a brief, but passionate, kiss.
Gwen looks up; "Well, that's enough education, its time for a practical I think." She straightens up, leading Clarice by the hand.
"So I think to make things interesting, we'll do it differently to my original intention. I would like some volunteers. Those who don't volunteer won't be turned here. But If there are no volunteers." She smiles evilly. "You will all by changed right here and now." This sends a ripple through the group.
"Now." Gwen says. "Who will volunteer?"
One hand shoots up instantly, so fast that any other volunteers hold back for the time being. You look to see that it is Evelyn, the management team's token goth girl. Today she is wearing a tight black dress over fishnets and chunky (black) boots. Her face is very pale due to her peculiar makeup choice, her lips and eye liner are jet black. Her ears are heavily pierced, as are both nostrils and her lower lip. Her hair is made up into a strange configuration with use of braids and copious amounts of hair gel no doubt. It is dyed black with purple streaks running through it. As she stands to make her self more visible, you see the complex tattoo on her arm more clearly; a grim reaper reaching its scythe down towards her wrist. Gwen arches an eyebrow at you.