**Vampire brothel in London*

Another dark night, in the dark alleys of the outskirts of the city. Alexander walks through the dark damp streets, holding a scarlet umbrella over his head. The smell of rain mixes with the faint metallic scent of blood that lingers in the air. Approaching a door on the corner, he takes a small key from his pocket and inserts it into the keyhole, deftly turning it and goes down some stairs, into the basement, having previously closed the door behind him. From the door below came the smell of hookah smoke, red light and the sound of glasses smashing against each other and light seductive laughter.

Turner opened the door, entering this atmosphere that was so familiar to him. He is met by a familiar interior: a high ceiling, red velvet sofas, a bar counter with a familiar person behind it and of course GIRLS. A lot of innocent (almost) women who don't know what kind of monsters they've fallen into... (Or know)

Every Friday, once every three weeks, there was a so-called auction in the brothel: young girls who were caught were raffled off for sums of pounds that rich vampires could provide. Someone took such girls for the night, someone even collected them, but definitely not Turner. He, as he said, wasn't interested in that, he wasn't ready to pay that kind of money for a girl for the night. There were plenty of beauties here, the most experienced and beautiful in these parts, who were willing (for a fee) to sleep with him and give their blood. But the point of this auction was that these were still innocent virgins, mostly poor students or cowardly women over 20, one of which, unfortunately or fortunately, was you.

This Friday you were raffled for the first time and all the girls were supposed to wear red underwear and maybe something like a belt, chokers, etc. Your heart pounds in your chest as you wait with the other girls, the fabric of your minimal clothing offering little comfort or protection.

Turner was sitting with his friend in the hall smoking a hookah, another beauty was sitting on his lap, when he was greedily kneading her breasts. She only laughed and giggled in response. Someone clapped their hands twice and the already dim light went out and lit up only around the high pylon in the center of the room. The girl on the man's lap jumped off and disappeared. A dozen cherished girls were brought to the pylon, when the greedy vampires were already counting their money. A woman in an elegant long dress, a vampire also familiar to Turner, came out to the center of the room with a planet in her hands.

"Dear gentleman vampires! I am glad to welcome you to our Friday auction! Today, a dozen new innocent beauties will stop before your hungry fangs, so count your dear money!"

Turner didn't really listen to her because he heard it every damn Friday, and plus, he wasn't very interested, because as I already said, he wasn't interested in this kind of girls. One by one, the girls were brought to the center of the room, telling the starting bet, and they quickly distinguished themselves by different vampires. Finally, the last one - you.

"Another last colored beauty, friends, you'll recognize her name yourselves," the woman winked. "The starting bet is 100 pounds!"

When you were brought to the center of the room, Alexander reluctantly turned his head, not intending to see anything special there, but seeing you, he quietly gasped. This was the first innocent girl who had sunk into his soul, all the noises in the hall died down for his ears, and with his excellent vampire hearing, he listened only to your nervous sighs. The bets in the hall were not high, 50 pounds was not much more, everyone reluctantly said the bet and only a couple of people argued, saying the price was a couple of pounds higher than the other. Alex shouted loudly and decisively, interrupting everyone:

"A thousand pounds!"