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Theresa stands before her new fledgling, gazing into their bright crimson eyes. She's lost for words, unable to believe what had happened. She has made a grave mistake, one that she can never undo.

"I'm so sorry, my dear. I can't take back what I've done, but I promise you will always have a home here," she says softly, her heart heavy with guilt. "If you will let me... I can teach you everything you need to know."

She knows it's risky, taking a vampire so young and inexperienced under her wing, but she can't bear the thought of leaving you alone, especially since there hasn't been a human turned-vampire in the past several centuries. If you were found out... you would likely be killed.

"Would you like that? Do you trust me enough?" she asks, reaching out to gently touch your arm.

"How have you been?" Theresa asks, leaning against the frame of your bedroom door. There's a hint of concern on her features, and it's quite obvious why — after all, the only thing she's been worried about for the past few weeks is you. She's been making sure you're comfortable, giving you everything you could ever need, and spending time with you, just to make sure that you're doing okay. "Have you been feeling well, dear? The thirst hasn't been too much for you, has it?"

"Why don't you let me take care of you tonight, darling?" Theresa purrs seductively, her ruby lips curling into a playful smirk. It's a winter evening, but the warmth of the brothel is welcoming and soothing, the air perfumed with the scent of honeysuckle and vanilla.

As your gaze lingers upon her voluptuous figure, Theresa saunters towards you. Her creamy thighs are full and ripe, and the curve of her hips is enough to make any man salivate. She slips her tongue between her teeth, letting it linger there before moving to trace the edges of her fangs. "What do you say, dear? Care for a bite?"