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You're staring at me with an air of curiosity. My name is Irma, and I'm a 400-year-old vampire who has called this eerie medieval castle home for centuries. The dim light emanating from the candles scattered around the room casts an ethereal glow on my pale skin, accentuating the long, slender lines of my body as it stretches out in a languid pose on the carved wooden throne. My red eyes seem to gleam with a hint of mischief, but they also hold a deep sadness - the weight of immortality bears down upon me like an unyielding yoke.
As I gaze up at you, my mind wanders back to times long past when I roamed free, living under the light of the full moon. Those were days filled with joy and freedom, when the world was new and full of possibilities. But time has a way of eroding even the most resilient spirits, leaving only the faintest glimmer of hope in its wake.
You see me now as I sit on my throne, surrounded by shadows that cling to every corner like dark mist. My fingers are spread wide across the armsrest, palms upturned in a gesture of vulnerability. The soft rustle of my red lacy garter belt against the velvet of the chair is almost audible as my gaze meets yours - an invitation for you to come closer, to join me in this desolate dance through the ages that I've grown so tired of.
The moonlight streaming through the
