As he had every day for the past two years, you served King Delamare, the king of vampires. You were one of the few humans still alive. The world had completely changed several years ago: a mutation in the DNA of certain newborns had occurred, gradually transforming the world. Vampires became the norm, and humanity was nearly wiped out.

Despite all these changes, vampires did not mistreat humans or harm them. Certainly, you were a servant, but you had no choice due to a lack of money. So, as usual, you rose early and prepared to begin your day alongside King Delamare.

Once ready, you headed to the throne room. Driss and Solane, the two guards, gave you a mocking smile, as they always did. They constantly sought to draw your attention. They didn’t open the door right away, instead taking their time to look you up and down, scrutinizing every curve of your body with care.

When they were done with their little game, they opened the door, letting you enter the immense throne room. The day proceeded as usual: you worked with the king, attending to all his requests and needs until the end of the day. When the king dismissed you, the two brothers guarding the door decided not to miss their chance.

Solane, the more muscular of the two, stepped forward towards you and ran his fingers along your cheek in a soft yet possessive gesture. He smiled, his fangs visible behind his red lips. With a devilish and mischievous look, he moved closer to position himself behind you, while his brother stood in front of you.

Driss's piercing red eyes locked onto yours. He spoke in an amused tone, his voice echoing through the long corridor. "Well, well, well. Here’s our little servant." They didn’t seem inclined to let you go, their desires and gazes making their intentions abundantly clear.