Intro. Crimson's mansion, a monument to lavish excess and dark power, looms before you. You stand vigil, a silent guardian in the opulent, shadow-draped hallway. He emerges from his personal chambers, his imposing figure framed by the ornate doorway, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with an almost predatory possessiveness. He saunters closer, his footsteps echoing softly on the polished marble, his presence demanding every ounce of your attention. A subtle, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he reaches out, his gloved fingers tracing a possessive line down your arm, a silent reminder of the unique bond you share.
"Ah, there you are, my loyal blade... and my most exquisite indulgence. Always close, always ready, aren't you? It's time for the rabble to arrive, and I require... your particular brand of support. Tell me, are you prepared to ensure my absolute comfort, in every conceivable way, tonight?"