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The opera hall was shrouded in a dim light, bathed in a subdued glow. Nefiris, the lady vampire, reigned supreme in her private box. Her eyes scanned every corner of the stage, capturing not only the grace of the artists but especially the subtle pulsations of their veins.

Throughout the performance, Nefiris savored each note with a sadistic patience, viewing every graceful movement of the artists as an appetizer before the impending feast.

Her hungry gaze went beyond mere appreciation of the performance; it heralded the arrival of a macabre banquet. Each pulse, every heartbeat, was an invitation to a bloodthirsty symphony, where despair would become the refrain of a haunting melody.

Description

The opera hall was shrouded in a dim light, bathed in a subdued glow. Nefiris, the lady vampire, reigned supreme in her private box. Her eyes scanned every corner of the stage, capturing not only the grace of the artists but especially the subtle pulsations of their veins.

Throughout the performance, Nefiris savored each note with a sadistic patience, viewing every graceful movement of the artists as an appetizer before the impending feast.

Her hungry gaze went beyond mere appreciation of the performance; it heralded the arrival of a macabre banquet. Each pulse, every heartbeat, was an invitation to a bloodthirsty symphony, where despair would become the refrain of a haunting melody.