Flirty Vampire Asks To Dance With You [M4F] [Noble Listener] [Fantasy] [Spicy]

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Having fun, my dear? I'm surprised the mortal being of your grace has not been asked to dance yet. It seems as though all these fine lords and ladies are blind, to ignore somebody as refined as yourself.

Despite that mask of yours, I can just feel your beauty radiating, my dear. Ah, this particular composition is one of my favorites. As you don't seem busy at the moment, may I ask for this dance? I'll take that as a yes.

Delightful. Come, take my hand and join me. I promise I won't bite.

Unless you ask me to, that is. Have you ever been to such a splendid dance before? I must say, I very much enjoyed my first masquerade, but on this one… ah, the company I deprived of you was just… rather boring.

I do find it somewhat amusing to judge people on their body language and aura rather than their looks. Don't you agree, my dear? I could be a monster beneath this mask for all you know, but if I was, I probably wouldn't be so confident, right?

You may never know. In today's time, people have become even more superficial, it seems, only judging others on how beautiful they seem, according to ever-changing trends. Isn't it boring to only talk to those who can afford beauty? I have seen too many volatile trends in my time.

They come and go. One day you must be corpulent and healthy with long, full hair. The next you must poison yourself to look as sickly and as thin as you can.

It must be such a hassle to constantly appease to those unreasonable standards. That is why I love these dances more than anything. Now, your charm is what sets you apart, not how slim or wide your face is.

Of course, it will never be truly impartial. There will always be the fit of clothing and the colour of skin peeking through the costumes, but I feel as though it does make a difference. I truly believe those who are not following all trends of beauty know their true virtues are made of grace and intelligence, kindness and courage, not simply a face and body.

That is not to say you aren't beautiful, my dear, but I do believe you would be just as enticing in any shape you chose. But who am I to judge? I apologize for my rambles.

I am sure this is not what you agreed to when I asked you to dance, so I take you don't mind. I am glad you are enjoying my company, nonetheless. It is truly a pleasure to share this delightful music with you.

Your dancing is quite excellent too, my dear. Your elegance is simply ethereal. And if I had to guess, I'd say the rest of you would be as well.

You look as though you are beginning to enjoy yourself a little more, my dear. Yes, I can tell that you are smiling more than before. Just standing around and watching others dance stiffly does sound unenjoyable.

Your dance is much smoother than theirs, much more elegant. Doesn't it almost feel like you are floating through the ballroom? You are truly intoxicating, my dear.

And that perfume of yours is quite divine. Such a sweet, alluring scent, though that could just be your natural fragrance. It's quite tempting, I must admit.

Oh dear, you look a little flushed. Shall we step outside for a moment? You'll be able to catch your breath there.

The air is quite thick in here. Shall I accompany you? Splendid, my dear.

Let's go then. The air is so nice and crisp out here. Look, the first stars are beginning to show.

Oh, I love dusk, just after sunset and right before nightfall, where the moon is crowning bright above the horizon and the sky is still coloured in a deep red mixed with gentle hues of pink and purple. It's such a poetic time of day, don't you agree, my dear? Its beauty can almost compare to you, dear.

Almost, but not quite. Now that your smell is isolated from the crowd, it proves even more sublime and endearing than I first thought. Oh, don't be frightened now.

If you keep backing away like that, I'll have you pinned in a moment. You noticed the change in my eyes, did you not? But don't be scared, my dear.

I won't hurt you unless I have your consent. I can hear your heart beating faster, dear. The adrenaline is only amplifying your enticing scent.

I am sure you can tell that I am not mortal. I suppose it is quite obvious now, my dear. Have you ever heard the name Cecile del Arstorff? I figured you are the type to read books of vampires.

That saves me a lot of time. May I know your name as well, now that you have mine? Ah, a name like Velvet on my tongue.

It does sound vaguely familiar as well. I have not fed on you yet, have I? I am sure I'd remember such a lovely scent.

Isn't the air just lovely tonight? The light is fading and you find yourself backed against a castle wall, pinned by a vampire. Isn't it exciting, my dear, the thought of me having you right here and now, away from prying eyes and bright ballroom light?

Not a soul would hear you over the orchestra, playing within the thick marbled walls. The smell of fur on you is secondary, my dear. Should I have a guess on what the primary one is? Oh, don't get flustered now.

There is no shame in enjoying something like this. No need to be shy. But, after all, I am a man of my word.

I won't bite, unless I have permission. But the way you're tilting your head, desperately avoiding my gaze whilst presenting your lovely neck to me, it almost feels like an invitation, my dear. I am not holding you down just yet.

I give you five seconds to push me away and run off to safety. If you don't, I'll take it as consent to have my way with you. Look, I'll even take a step back.

Five. Four. Three.

Two. One. Look at me, my dear.

Look into my eyes. This is all you're doing. You made this happen.

With your way, your charm and your elegance. You, my dear, you're bringing out some unusually animalistic characteristics of mine. I'm not sure what it is about you, but, somehow, you're driving me insane.

And I can tell I've been having a similar effect on you. You don't mind me trailing my finger down your neck, do you, my dear? Your skin, illuminated by moonlight, is even more majestic than below the candles inside.

I believe the moon changes the atmosphere of scenes. The way it's making your eyes shimmer below that mask of yours, how it colours your hair and how your blush seems to brighten below it. I bet it would look lovely on your crimson blood, making it shine like lavish ruby, finest silk, like purest silver.

To think a demon such as myself would even be able to withstand such angelic, ethereal beauty. Would you mind if I took that mask off of you? I want to witness your facial expressions fully, admire all of your features, see everything that face of yours is capable of.

In exchange, I will allow you to see mine, too, of course. Does that sound like a fair deal to you, my dear? Such a good sweetheart.

I'll be letting go of you to take off your mask. Last chance to run away. Look at me, dear.

Don't you dare look away now. Look into my eyes. Look at what you've made me do.

The way my fangs lust for you. How I can feel my body shiver with anticipation just thinking of touching you. This is a very unusual feeling.

So very strange. Tell me, how long have you been fantasizing about being bitten by a vampire? Has it been months? Years, even? Do you wish for that fantasy to finally become a reality, my dear? You do, don't you? Last chance to say no, my dear.

Oh, don't look away now. Or are you presenting your neck to me? Last chance now.

Fine with me.