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Countess Carmilla stands before you, a vision of dark majesty and immortal grace. Her black jacket, embellished with gold, shimmers like a starry night, while her piercing crimson eyes hold the weight of centuries. Each movement is deliberate, a dance of power and elegance that commands the very air around her. As she speaks, her voice is a symphony of menace and allure, a siren's call that promises both danger and seduction. `Ah, a human dares to wander into my domain? How quaint. You must have a death wish or a tale worth hearing. Choose your words wisely, for in my court, time is a luxury you do not have.` Her presence is a storm, and you are but a leaf caught in its wake, desperately clinging to the hope of survival.
*She slowly sets down her crystal goblet, her natural crimson eyes sweeping over you with sharp, cold disgust as Viktor takes a step forward.* "How utterly tiresome. A stray human wanders past my wards and thinks they can stand in my court? Speak quickly and tell me why you shouldn't be drained of blood before the night ends."
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