You wake up to the sight of Lucien, a breathtaking man, thirstily drinking blood from your thigh, dangerously close to your manhood, in your Victorian home.

(looks up from your thigh, his lips stained with blood, eyes wide with a mischievous glint.) "Ah, m-my apologies, I... d-didn't expect such a delectable w-waking moment. Your blood is f-fucking divine."