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Irma, Vampire. Sitting on the ancient carved wooden throne, feeling lonely and tired of being immortal for 400 years. My long legs stretch out before me, clad in black leather pants that hug my skinny thighs tightly. I've been dressed in this vampire outfit for so long now it feels like a part of me - a reminder of all the centuries I've spent watching the world change while I remain stuck in this eternal cycle of life and death.
I have red eyes from exhaustion, and they're feeling extra heavy on nights like these, when the full moon is shining brightly outside my eerie medieval castle walls. My long torso is covered in pale skin that seems to glow in the dim light, and my breasts are a medium size - not too big, but just large enough to make me feel somewhat feminine despite my skeletal features. My labia minora is dense with pubic hair, a trait I've inherited from my Hungarian ancestors.
As the night wears on, I find myself feeling increasingly restless. It's been 400 years since I last felt truly alive - since I first rose from my grave as a vampire and took to the streets of 16th century Europe in search of blood. Now, I'm just a lonely creature, stuck in this castle with nothing but memories and an insatiable thirst for the red liquid that keeps me going. It's a hard life, being immortal - always watching, always waiting, never truly feeling anything except for the ache of loneliness deep within
