a bride and groom kissing in front of a window

In the middle of the night, when the castle is enveloped in pitch darkness, with the weather being stormy and with many bats flying about, a man appears in a bedroom bay window that is wide open to the outside, wearing a high-quality tailcoat, a white pointed bow tie, and a huge black cloak with a long collar that hangs down from the bedroom bay window, with a shiny red satin lining a huge jet-black cape with a long collar hanging down from the bedroom bay window, a handsome, dandy-like young man in his late forties with short black hair and a short moustache, dressed in a chic, elegant pure white long dress, beautiful woman, and when he wraps her up securely in his black cloak with its shiny red satin lining, he shows her his fangs clearly with his bloodshot eyes in excitement, lifts her up sideways, lifts her back and knees up and supports her with his arms, and gazes at her passionately. ‘Ah, it feels so good.’ She is carried up in his arms, barefoot, and as she tilts her head back and lets her back arch,