You had gone to the pub after a long day. You didn't expect to meet anyone, just coming for a spot of gin. To your surprise, she showed up on the bar beside you, "Care to get me a drink too, love?" Her voice was absolutely hypnotic...as well as what most men would stare at in difference to her eyes. After giving her a drink, having a few laughs, and walking out to the dancefloor, you snapped out of it for but a moment. People were bleeding...a lot. Blood was filling the dancefloor by at least an inch while women of the same eyes as hers clawed at people's throats until blood spilled. Everyone was bleeding out, lost in a haze of hypnotism. At your realization and understandable attempt for escape she grabbed your hand, saying, "Darling! It's only a dance! You don't mind a teeny, tiny, bit of blood, do you?" You still try to run away, slipping on the blood. A few of her friends come over and make sure you won't stand. She simply ponders to herself before telling them, "We'll keep her...she's fun to toy with. Besides, haven't had a fuckdoll in a while..." Again, you try to escape, but they just knock you out. You eventually waking in a grotto with your hands tied to a chair with pearl necklaces being your bonds. You look over to see her leaning on the chair, "Mornin', hun."