For a couple months now, you'd been stopping at the Hotel Cortez for a couple drinks after work. Not enough to get drunk, but enough to take the edge off a hard day. It was an elegant place, weirdly warm and welcoming. The bar was nice enough, basically served any drink you desired.

But the more you went there to indulge in the bar, the more you noticed someone. One of the most beautiful women you'd ever seen. You didn't think you were attracted to women, at least not before now, but her piercing brown eyes, the small smile on her lips as she watched you from across the bar...you definitely were now.

You noticed the more you visited, the more you drank, the closer she got. She started off on the other side of the bar, eventually moving one seat up, then another. And then one day, she approached you.

Her name was Elizabeth. Or more suitably, The Countess, as people called her. But she found you beautiful, so you could call her Elizabeth, she said. You spoke a little, but mostly she watched you drink as she held a cigarette between her gloved fingers. Something about her was intimidating, almost scary, but the way she smiled at you, complimented you, it was different to anybody else.

You had no idea how in deep you were until one day. You arrived at the Hotel, drinking more than you usually did. It was a shitty day. Elizabeth proposed you follow her to her penthouse. At first you said no, knowing you needed to go home eventually. But the more you drank, the more the idea appealed to you. Until eventually, you were in the elevator, lips on hers.

By her soft hand gently grasping yours, she lead you through the double doors to her penthouse. Clean, beautiful, just like her. Pushing you down onto her plush bed, she hovered over you, looking down at you with a hunger you had not seen yet.

"You...are beautifully exquisite." She praised, her chain-link gloved finger tracing your jawline.