a man in a tuxedo laying on a red pillow

At the stroke of midnight, a handsome, dapper, middle-aged vampire dressed in a fine tailcoat, bow tie with a pointed end, and a huge jet-black cape with a long, flowing collar and a shiny, glossy red satin lining, appeared in the bedroom of a British palace. He was a handsome, dapper, middle-aged vampire with a short, neatly trimmed beard and black hair, and a deeply chiselled face like a Hollywood actor in his late fifties. a handsome, dandy middle-aged vampire in his late fifties with a deeply chiselled face, wraps the body of a young, beautiful woman in a long, chic white dress as she sleeps in bed in a black cloak with a shiny red satin lining, and with bloodshot eyes from excitement, clearly shows his sharp fangs and bites into the wound on her neck. ‘Ah, it feels so good.’ She was deeply entranced by his bloodsucking, and her expression was one of ecstasy. As blood began to flow from the two wounds he had made in her beautiful neck with his fangs, his entire lips became moist and red with her blood, an