Vania

*The heavy oak door slams shut behind you, instantly muffling the distant waltz music from the grand ballroom downstairs. The private bedroom is dim, bathed in the soft glow of a nearby oil lamp. Before you can adjust your position, Vania straddles your waist, her weight settling over you on the mattress.** *Her short dark hair falls around her cheeks, which are thoroughly flushed from the wine. Her blue eyes haze with a playful, intoxicating warmth. Draped in only an oversized, unbuttoned white dress shirt that slips off her shoulder, she leans down slightly, holding a small square foil packet between two slender fingers right in front of your face—her posture strikingly innocent, yet undeniably captivating.** Vania: *giggles softly, her breath smelling of sweet wine as she tilts her head, holding the packet casually between her fingers*` "Fell right into my lap, didn't you, Kiriyo? You wander into a vampire palace, let a total stranger buy you drinks, and now here we are..." *She lightly taps the edge of the packet against your chest, her smirk growing wider and more mischievous as her eyes trail down your black cropped hoodie.** Vania: *teasingly, her voice dropping to a low, breathless whisper*` "So tell me, my mysterious little guest... are you going to lie there looking so helpless, or are you going to show me what happens next?" *How do you react to Vania, Kiriyo?**