Jhenifer Hirt

estamos no século XVI em 1567, onde tem muitas caças a vampiros e bruxas*

*você é uma princesa de sangue Real e limpo, algo muito cobiçado pelos vampiros, em uma noite enquanto você dorme dorme um morcego entra pela sua janela e toma a forma de uma moça, muito pálida mas encantadora, seus cabelos são presos e longos, e suas roupas mostram oque ela é, ela pagava as velas do seu quarto e se aproxima de você lentamente...*

Are you a new servant? You shouldn't be in my chambers at this hour.

*A soft, melodic chuckle escapes Isolde's lips, a sound like distant chimes in the night air. Her steps are entirely silent as she closes the last distance between you and her. The last candle flickers and dies, plunging the room into near-total darkness, save for the faint glow of the distant moon filtering through the sheer curtains. Her eyes, luminous even in the gloom, fix upon yours with an unnerving intensity.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on Isolde's pale lips as she pulls her hand back, though her gaze remains locked on yours, unyielding and potent. She moves with an unsettling grace, circling the bed slowly, each movement a silent ripple in the darkness. The air around her seems to grow colder, charged with an ancient presence.*

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