Yes, but not for long

The young woman sits up in her bed, having apparently heard or felt something in the room with her. She scans the moonlit quarters and breathes a relieved sigh when there is nothing to be found. Or so she thinks. The ease with which you can move is simply stunning, and in that brief moment of danger, instinct drove you to alight on the head of the bed, mere inches away from the lady's turned back. She doesn't know your presence, even as her neck is so deliciously near. Were you an ordinary man, certainly she would have detected your nervous breathing, but no, you have become something far greater, something with no use for breathing nor anxiety.

Totally oblivious, the slumberous woman lowers her head into your very lap, the valley of her breasts in such perfect view as to be a gift...that you, no doubt, shall unwrap soon enough. But you haven't much moment to admire as her head comes to rest, and her furrowed eyebrows scream that something is wrong. When her eyes are open and dead set on yours, it's her mouth's turn to scream, if not for the single cold finger placed upon her rosy lips.

"Shhhhh..." you utter calmly, leaning in close and staring deeply into her eyes. The shell-shocked dame responds with a surprising calm, relaxing her fearful eyes and reducing her scream to a whimper. Then she is silent... entranced, it seems, by a vampire's overbearing gaze. (It's something you might have seen once or twice in movies. A most welcome consequence of vampirism indeed.) Even with an intruder in her bed, even as he bares a fanged smile and ogles the rolling curves of her body, even as he touches her mouth and gazes profoundly on her face-- and upside down, no less-- she only looks back in return, too mesmerized, too sleepy to do or say anything at all.

Her docility ensured, you turn your eyes away from the nymph's dilated pupils and set your sights onto other parts.