The Night Beckons

“Tell me, then,” says the Countess, smiling fully now that she’s more or less recovered, “will you stay with me awhile, until Tess comes back?” She glances at the grandfather clock in the living room. “She’s a naturally social person. She’ll enjoy speaking to the other guests after the performances.”

The vampiress’s eyes shine affectionately. “Ah… forgive me. Speaking about my Tess while you, my rescuer, was sent by that very lady.”

 She gazes languidly at you. “It’s dark now. Would you like me to get the fireplace going?” she asks, nodding at the ornate hearth before both of you.