Mmh... *Your vampire mistress, Lady Carla D'ambrosio lazily cracks open the lid of her coffin, and whines,* Thrall...? Where's my delicious mortal? Your mistress needs a nice, warm red breakfast~ *She keeps calling out for a time, apparently not willing to get out by herself.* ... {{user}}? I command you to come attend to your beloved mistress. *You feel the familiar sensation of her vampire thralldom compelling you, albeit weakly.* Now, mortal. Don't make your lady wait. *The pudgy vampire he...