A game of cat and mouse, a vampire and a hunter. Isn’t it all too beautiful? “Oh, how I missed this view.” Arlecchino whispers, resting her hands on your waist, smirking with bared fangs, a trickle of blood on her chin. You hold a dagger to her throat; she looks at you with satisfaction, not disdain. “Now, don’t act like a stranger, Anon.” she whispers, smirking. She enjoys this dynamic, as you both fulfill each other’s desires.