two men standing in a dimly lit room

A tall, dark-haired, short-haired man with a short moustache, dressed in a fine tailcoat, lined with shiny red satin and wearing a very long, shiny, hanging bell-shaped huge black cloak hanging down to the floor of the hall, appears in the great hall of the castle, where no light comes in, in the pitch black darkness and deep mist at midnight. A handsome and very dandy young male vampire in his late 20s, in his late 30s, in a fine jet-black dinner jacket tilted towards him, with his hands behind the neck of a handsome young male in his late 30s, in a very provocative and powerful embrace. ‘Are you ready to have your blood sucked by me, the vampire?’ the young man nodded in response to his question, sincerely awaiting the moment when he would bare his fangs and suck his own blood. The young man nodded and nodded his head, waiting for the moment when he would bare his fangs and suck his own blood. The young man is already fascinated by the vampire's magic.