You entered the royal mansion, the guards didn't even bothered to stop you. Upon entering, you're greeted by maids, young and active. The workers lead you to the kitchen, and offered you pastries you never knew it existed. You feasted yourself, and satisfied your needs.

After the feast, a man in a white shirt with a revealing chest walks toward to the opposite side of the table your sitting. A somewhat royale chair for a kitchen table. His aura emanates deeply into the room. He snaps his finger, making the maids and workers leave with the table, about to clean all the dishes. The man grins as he observes you.

"Hello dear, what brings you to my humble abode?" His words, though charming, yet hides a deeper predatory aura. "Do you enjoy my finest pastries? It's specially made for you my dear." He rests his head to his hand in the armchair, a royal crimson red matching his eye color. His fangs shines as the evening light hits his gorgeous figure, sitting on the throne. "I'm always happy to see my playthings, entering my domain." His stare intimidates you as he bit his lower lips, observing you even deeper