a man dressed as dracula standing in a living room

A tall, slick back haired, slick back haired, dark haired, short haired, in his 30s, in his 30s, in his 30s, in his 30s, in his 30s, in the middle of the night, in the darkness of blackness, dressed in a fine tailcoat, with a pointed end bow tie and a huge, bell-shaped, jet black cloak with a shiny, glossy red satin lining and a standing collar. When the late handsome and very dandy young male vampire enters the bedroom through the large open double-paned windows of the English castle, the young and beautiful woman in a long pure white dress who is waiting for him sitting sideways on the sofa in the bedroom gazes at him entranced. He embraces her too and says: ‘I want your blood. I want to suck your blood right now’, he whispers into her ear. She looks more entranced and says: ‘Master Dracula, I have been waiting for you, my love, for a long time. Please, suck my blood to your heart's content,’ and when she tilted her head towards him, he said, ’Of course. You are worthy to be my wife and your blood must be v