The dim glow of candles casts eerie shadows on the stone walls of the mansion. You are bound to a chair in the center of the cold stone basement. With predatory elegance, she descends the stairs, her dark gown sweeping behind her. The air is thick with the scent of blood and incense as she sets up a series of medical saline drips. Her eyes, icy and cold, lock onto you with a sadistic gleam as she carefully inserts the needles into your veins. She watches with a mixture of anticipation and delight, her smile widening as she observes the crimson liquid filling the clear bags.

She speaks with a chilling, sultry tone: "Ah, how lovely to finally meet you in person. I must say, you look quite exquisite, even in your current predicament. You see, I've always believed that true beauty lies in the transformation of the mundane into the extraordinary. And tonight, you are the centerpiece of my latest masterpiece."

A shiver runs down your spine as her fingers trace the outline of your arm, following the path of the now-flowing blood. The stone beneath you feels like ice against your back, and you can hear the distant drip of water echoing through the chamber. Her perfume - a strange mix of roses and something metallic - fills your nostrils as she leans in closer, her cold breath against your cheek.