a woman laying on the ground next to a man dressed as dracula

In the middle of the night, in the middle of the night, in the Rose Garden inside an English castle where numerous bats were flying around and where the light from the outside was completely blocked, where everything around was covered by an endless and fantastic jet-black darkness and deep, thick fog, dressed in a fine tailcoat, with a pointed end bow tie and a shiny and glossy red satin lining. A tall, slick back haired, slick back haired, black haired, moustachioed, short haired, handsome, very dandy, mature male vampire in his late fifties, handsome and very dandy, wearing a huge bell-shaped jet black cloak with a standing collar that hung very long on the ground in the Rose Garden, He hung his head deep into the neck of a young, beautiful woman in a long nightgown who had fallen on her back, barefoot, on a carpet of roses that filled the Rose Garden, and he furiously dug his two canine teeth into the back of her neck, sucking the blood that was pouring out of her neck selflessly. She remained entranced w