Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181227045504

(BT) “FINALLY- I mean, Yes. Nice of you to show, Sir Jorge.” Imperia quickly takes Jorge’s arm and tugs him toward a place of her choosing, the Vampiress sickened by the consistent barrage of suitors driven by lust. It is in this moment Jorge notices the strength of Imperia. Though she mostly business and sometimes a wreck, she is not without a Vampire’s fabled strength.

She pulls Jorge into a secluded room, a trident shaped candelabra sits upon a table for two. A bottle of exquisite wine set between two glasses.

“Finally you arrive! I swear, Jorge, I was ready to tear out someone’s throat! ‘Lady Imperia, may I do’ this, ‘Lady Imperia, would you join me for’ that! Argh, so many fools. So many pampered boys who think money is the key....”

Imperia sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose and slumping onto a nearby couch. “Sir Jorge, please pour me a glass of wine.” Her tone exhausted.