Drinking with the Wight

To say that this is a strange situation is an understatement. What started as a hunt for a new apartment has turned into a sudden marriage proposal from one of the richest women in the city. This is the most unconventional dating strategy you’ve ever seen. While you are deeply, honestly flattered that such a picturesque beauty would be interested in your dull ass, you’re not so sure you can just jump straight into marrying her on the spot.

“Uh, so you put out that ad for…”

“Somebody to live here with me,” she smiles pleasantly as if nothing were amiss.

“Okay. But you put it on a property website.”

“…And?”

“Well, when people are looking for roommates on that kind of website, it’s not really through… marriage.” You can see her face emote as she tries to work through what you just told her. Her brow furrows.

“Ah, is that the case?”

“Yes, you know, since you put it up there, I thought I’d just be paying you to live here.”

“…I don’t need the money.”

“That isn’t really the issue Isabelle.”

“Ah,” she blushes, “On a first name basis already? You are so forward Sir Doe!” This woman is denser than a black hole. Never let it be said that intelligence begets success. “I apologize for the misunderstanding. My servant said that it’d be a wonderful way to find a husband!” This servant has less scruples about deceiving people than her mistress does. No harm no foul you suppose. The pale noble takes a moment to gather her thoughts.

“I am… very flattered that you’d consider being my wife though.” Her cheeks bloom with a thin dusting of purple as your flattery strikes at her heart. You don’t know why, but you feel like engaging with the fair maiden properly. She’s just so beautiful after all, and there’s something charming about her ignorance. She picks a stray strand of blonde hair from her face and smiles like a schoolgirl.

You take another sip of wine as she shimmies closer, her dress pulling up to reveal more of her plush thighs, “You’re very charming. You’ll make an old woman like me blush with words like that.”

“You don’t look a day over twenty-one,” perhaps a bit more mature, but you are trying to get on her good side right now.

She giggles, “Sometimes I wish for such youth. I have such a hard time with all of these… modern things! My servants have ceased their attempts to educate me, it is most vexing.”

“There’s no such thing as a person who can’t learn. Even if they take it slowly.”

“I wish they shared your outlook Sir Doe.”

“Call me John, I don’t mind.”

Your eyes dip down to her plunging neckline. Her breasts are beyond perfect. Just the right combination of size and firmness. The supernatural power of the monstrous undead ensures that her beauty is forever frozen in time. An expensive dress, yet it evokes such an erotic air. Before she can notice your lecherous gaze, you move back up to her face. She drinks from her own glass before placing it back down onto the table. It’s inconceivable to you that such a woman isn’t taken a hundred times over already.