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happy holidays, everyone! just popping in to say that i'm not ignoring anyone and still super interested in all the threads i have going, i've just been under the weather and it's christmas crunchtime, so i'll probably be active again once it's all over. take care of yourselves and stay hydrated!

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@silvertiefling: "if you don't stop looking at me like that, we're going to have a problem."

astarion's smile is all teeth and flirtation, his gaze smouldering as he puts his hands on his hips, cocking his head to the side. "and why's that, darling? besides, you should know i love to cause problems. don't tell me you've fallen for my roguish charms already," he teases, nearly satiated from all the blood katya had served him, but his appetite is astronomical. it's such a rush, to feed and do as he likes, to disobey cazador's stupid rules. despite the warning, astarion refuses to stop looking at katya, his gaze flitting over her lips and admiring those beguiling silver eyes. he stalks forward, close enough to share breath and assesses her once more -- looking for the telltale signs of desire in her eyes and body language. "you've been very helpful to me in my search and most agreeable, if not a bit headstrong. but the question is, my dear, is there something i can do for you?" the question is rife with heady implication, astarion offering a flirtatious grin.

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PROMPTS FOR N.SFW DIRTY TALK *  assorted dialogue ranging from vulgar to weird to hot to suggestive to everything in between, n.sfw heavily implied across the board so proceed with caution, adjust as necessary

can you help me with something in the bedroom?

if you don't stop looking at me like that, we're going to have a problem.

beg for me.

i'm imagining what we'd be doing if we were together.

you're going to get down on your knees, and then you're going to taste me.

i've never seen you like this before.

i'm sure we could find somewhere to be alone.

i've been having filthy thoughts all day.

do you want to lie down for a bit?

i need to feel you inside me.

why aren't you here right now?

once we start, i don't think i'll be able to stop.

i need you so bad right now.

how badly do you need me?

i love watching you touch yourself.

come for me.

what do you want me to wear to bed tonight?

that feels so good.

you don't know what you do to me.

i'm under your spell.

i'll make sure you feel good.

i'll do anything you ask.

spank me.

i love when you let me take control.

just like that.

that was so good, baby.

i need to get you home right now.

i thought about you last night.

do that again.

you like that, baby?

look at me while you take it.

pleasing you is my only purpose.

i just want to make you happy.

take your clothes off. lie down.

fuck me hard.

just like that.

how do you want me?

i'm dripping wet.

i can't wait to get you home.

i've never wanted anyone like this before.

grab me in public.

i love your body.

you're making me so fucking horny.

i wish we were home.

i just want to rip your clothes off right now.

don't stop.

wanna see what i have on underneath?

i want you on top of me.

i've never been fucked like this before.

grab my hair.

grind into me just like that.

no one can touch you the way i do.

you make me feel amazing.

pull on my hair.

tonight is all about you.

bite me.

i'm not wearing any panties.

walk in front of me so i can watch you.

don't look at me like that.

i bought something for us to use together.

you turn me on.

have you ever done that before?

i need to feel your body against mine.

you're really sexy when you wear that.

i keep fantasizing about what i'm going to do to you later.

please don't make me beg.

fuck my mouth.

i want you all over me.

i can't concentrate at work when you send me photos like that.

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astarion is used to infatuation, to clandestine affairs -- fervid passionate flings, but the realization that something different may be happening with wyll is disconcerting. he is so sweet, so gentle that his touch almost burns as if astarion's skin as if the blood of lathander was shining on him. in fact, wyll's gaze on him often feels like that, but the idea of wyll's gaze wandering anywhere else stirs uncomfortable feelings in his gut. tears bead at his lashes, pupils blown dark with arousal -- a deep red garnet hue as he rocks his hips down, a melodic moan escaping his lips. by gods, he needs him. astarion needs this man in any capacity he is willing to give. "please, wyll, i, need it, i need you." astarion nods eagerly, another uninhibited groan escaping his lips when wyll's calloused fingers caress him, prod at his prostate and prompting astarion's cock to weep precome against his belly, desperate and overwhelmed. he nearly laughs when wyll asks if he was okay. this is not an experience astarion was used to. "more than okay. please, more, wyll, i'm going fucking mad," he pleads, one hand cupping one of wyll's horns to pull him in for a searing kiss, tongue sweeping over the seam of his lips, coaxing. when wyll is involved, decades of masquerading as a rake comes crumbling down. astarion is overwhelmed and desperate, all worked up from the gentle and attentive foreplay, gazing up at wyll's chiselled features and kind face. "wyll, fuck me. please, put your cock in me, i want to feel you."

wyll marvels, though he shouldn't. he drinks the sight before him, sips it long and hungering, all attention swimming from arousal to seated attraction. it runs the gamut, pulls wyll from the undone laces of his well-worn boots, and what is to be done when astarion lays unbearably handsome in the moonlight? who can he be, if not someone struck, someone unable to withhold blatant awe in-between sweet and tantalizing kisses? his fingers burn, each encroaching touch from where astarion blushes reddest — seared into good, delightful memory. it's in the swallowing, the heavy gulp tailing astarion's threatening commentary, where wyll revels, open and unbidden. " — i know, i want to — i will, i promise. soon, very soon. just — let me look at you a little longer. put your face, your blushing, your eyes to memory." both index and middle bend here, crooked pads now rubbing up against swollen attraction. he takes to it languidly, though the response that follows — all sound and jerky movement and bright-eyed staring — paint wyll from the inside out. he is hard, of course, but his heart triples in addition. with each bedding, astarion grows sharper in the fold of his ribs; his company trudging swiftly into a need. though wyll's complexion cloaks a flustering rather well, his free arm scoops around the dip of astarion's waist, and the nosing, a bridge upon sharp cheekbone, warms him for reasons outside sex. endearment stirs. butterflies. from fanged grin to steely eyes, selfish quips to sympathetic jokes. wyll shudders, crooked hand surging with stubborn rhythm. "is that — okay?"

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(touching your open wound) damn you’re so wet

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astarion just wants her to know that she's not alone in this, none of them are, and while he wants to cringe at the utter soppiness of that sentiment he knows that if he hadn't been so isolated he might've not made some of the choices he made. granted, for many of them he had no choice at all. he's so used to people scorning him and looking at him with contempt because of what he is and on some level can sympathize with wren's plight, because more parents likely told scary stories about bhaalspawn more than they did vampires. sacrificing a childhood full of safety and reassurance was the cost of letting them know that faerun was full of creatures lurking in the dark like them, he supposed. but what did astarion know about parenting? he's not afraid of wren even if he should be clutching his pearls and warning all of baldur's gates wretched little orphans about her, because he's seen sadistic, cruel monsters drunk on power and he knows in his gut that wren is not that. call it foolishness or intuition, astarion cares little. astarion clenches his jaw when she raises her voice at him, pale brows furrowing until a wrinkle appears on his forehead, letting out a sigh. "i'm not saying it would be easy. how could it be? when i was cazador's thrall, i gave up on myself. i was flayed for the fleeting moments of altruistic autonomy i had, and so laying down or playing dead, ha -- felt easier." astarion laughs, mirthless as his gaze on wren's face narrows, oscillating between resignation and determination. it's not like he had any concrete solution to wren's problem, and he'd been more than content turning a blind eye to her dagger-happy indulgences, but ultimately having a choice in the matter was what counted most. she resisted it once, even if they had to resort to tying her up, so he doesn't see why they couldn't do it again. "all i'm saying, darling, is not to give up. or give in. there is a choice here and i'll support you regardless. but do you think you'd be happy doing all of daddy's depraved murderous bidding?" if all wren's future held was blood and impulsive slaughter, it might as well be of her own making. the best murders were personal and premeditated, after all.

She could scold others for a lack of control all day long but in the end it was always her who posed the most danger to them all and they hardly even knew it. The fact Astarion had learnt of the most extreme way her sickness, the voice in her head presented itself both filled her with shame and fear as well as offering her the tiniest bit of ... RELIEF. Someone knew the truth at last. Astarion was perhaps the worst and best choice at the same time. They were both drenched in blood, both more beast than people at their worst. Perhaps they could find common ground here. That was if his fear would not make a DIFFERENT choice for him before she ever had a chance to explain herself. What was there to explain? more blood would flow eventually no matter what she said.

And why do you fear it so much? It is a part of you. It is what you are.

" I have no control over it! " Had he not seen how that beast inside her had taken over? He had been forced to restrain her and now he talked about having a CHOICE, about digging in your heels against forces beyond her control. " My ... condition is not like vampirism I cannot simply find alternatives for it or fight it with nothing but strength of will. It takes control of my body, my mind, I wake up and my hands are DRENCHED in blood and guts and I don't know where any of it came from. " Her anger was not directed at her companion though he might feel that way as she raised her voice at him. It was directed at herself, at her own inability to put an end to her nightmares.

She had only found back to herself now because the Urge had given up eventually, because it had gotten bored with the situation, it did not matter if she decided to aid it or not, it would only leave because it wanted to. " What if there is no way to fight it? " What if he decided the only way to fight it was to kill her? To rid himself of the RISK she posed? Could she even be killed? Would that rottenness inside her even allow anyone to try?

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do we still care about fangs in your neck friday. Is that still a thing

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Happy Fangs-giving! 🦇

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astarion rolls his eyes at the comparison to gale, but he'll admit to the similarity of them both being figuratively and literally hungry for power, and he enjoys a good natured ribbing even when it's at his expense. "and you've been watching me eat for, what? scientific purposes? why, i had no idea you were so curious about me, nor did i know you had a voyeuristic side. i'm curious about you too, for whatever that's worth." an amused grin tugs at his lips, the teasing feeling like second nature which astarion considers an oddity, an outlier considering how little they have in common. if wyll had been a gur or any other variety of monster hunter instead of a folkhero, it's likely they'd be enemies instead of allies. he considers it good fortune that wyll is capable of listening to reason, as well as listening to astarion at all, but he figures the cruel and whimsical gods of faerun owe him some luck. putting his own neck on the line for the sake of others is something that's only ended in humiliation and pain for him, so he's always reluctant to do so without a little prompting. so astarion keeps to the shadows, to what he knows best as he launches some poison soaked arrows into the flanks of the myrkulites surveiling the prison. wyll foils his stealth, flamboyant and fanciful attacks that astarion observes with a keen eye. once he's disposed of the cultists, their repugnant bone summons crumbling into dust astarion assists wyll with the warden, firing an arrow into her quadriceps to hinder her movements. prone prey is always more pliable, after all. he eyes the rubble of the prison walls, hoping wyll's done enough damage to escape through without them having to retrieve wulbren's blasted hammer. the deep gnomes bust through the opening, his worries abated and astarion relaxes only slightly, his fingers already poised to nab more arrows from his quiver. "quickly, now! we'll hold them off!" astarion's tone is terse, but he's learning this whole sympathetic hero thing as he goes. barcus and the tieflings better be fucking grateful.

wyll is brimming with amusement, stone eye almost animated amidst a tilted grin. "and you share a dangerous but admittedly necessary level of consumption with gale, but yours is messier." a needless prod, but a bump of adrenaline for them both when the plan is settled and begun. the battle — as there must be one, avoidable as the thunderous escape is — is treacherous; not so in the fighting, but in the safety of the prisoners. they are quick on their feet but wildly unarmed, and as soon as the warden closes in, wyll steps forward wherever he can. unlike astarion, whose expertise is built upon stealth and the advantageous shadows, wyll fights with a flourish. eldritch blasts channelled from the base of his palm, a crackling force repelling one, then two more into the stone walls; a stroke of lightning now thundering from the flick of his fingertips, each point of contact now strung to buzzing arm. he steadies himself, wincing when battered, though the electricity persists.

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#starry comp

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it's reprehensible, really, what a good influence wyll is on him. at first he regarded wyll with smug condescension, doubting the bard tales about him alongside his true and honest nature. there is no one that can be that good without a hidden dark side. now with wyll's infernal ornaments, there's physical proof the man is not infallible or perfect, although it evidently comes with the caveat of being scorned by his former peers. initially, astarion thought wyll was soft-hearted as well as a bit soft in the head, but that seemed to be far from the truth because whenever astarion said something out of turn to him he was more than capable of holding his own in the sass department. astarion blinks, genuinely shocked before he bursts out laughing, tossing his head back with a beaming fanged grin. "why, that's a very pragmatic point of view. and not at all as sanctimonious as i was expecting. truth be told, maybe i got you mixed up in my head with gale - not that you share anything in common aside from getting on my nerves. although you are much more concise." unless wyll is sharing details or telling a tale of monsters past slain, then he does tend to ramble a little, but who is astarion to split hairs when he starts nervously rambling upon faced with a grain of sincerity? to his knowledge wyll has no desire to ascend to godhood aside from the kind of social status that can be acquired from being in a bard's song, which really isn't much. he raises a skeptical pale brow, a vain attempt at appearing like he isn't already convinced before rolling his eyes. "fine, since i do like the way you've framed it as merely a detour. we can pretend we're sightseeing on holiday, but i can't imagine the moonrise prisons have very good amenities." his face pales with horror, recognition dawning on his face. "you're right, we really should get them out of there." contrary to the way it seemed, astarion was in fact taking this seriously, but sometimes it took laughing in the face of what was probably certain death to cope with the fact that they were doing it at all.

he regards astarion with a tilted smile — a bruise upon his heart echoing the exhaustive sentiment. his impatience and building reluctance doesn't come without memory, nor experience; happy endings aren't guaranteed and are often filled with continued conflict. but where astarion sees an eternity of problem-solving, of dread and disappointment, wyll sees opportunity. a well of it, boiling over, wafting sweetness and hope into the open air. with one good deed, perhaps they can trigger another. and so forth. "if kissing an orphan amounts to a beneficial future, then i'm open to it," he says it teasing, gleaming teeth primed in response. "otherwise, we can leave these deeds to a less infested warrior — illithid intruders considering. the tieflings of the grove however, deserve a chance at normalcy. and they've yet to be allowed it. not through the sinking of elturel, not through kagha's manipulated hand, and not here — as prisoners in the underdark." wyll sets a weighty palm to the flat of astarion's shoulder, then with more sincerity than perhaps necessary, he speaks, "but we can give them this opportunity. we're to take down the whole of moonrise as is —" both brows lift in anticipation, "what's a valiant detour going to cost us, but a few bloodied soles?"

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astarion interacting with good aligned companions and tavs

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@faerus: pleasing you is my only purpose. ( wyll x astarion / wyll lost in the sauce & muttering things more romantic than they've initially agreed upon )

astarion, simply put, may have bitten off more than he could chew. it's not as if he was expecting this to be some perfunctory quickie, like a handshake or anything given the kind of man that wyll is, but this amount of foreplay is overwhelming. when a man has sex with another man, there's a bare minimum amount of foreplay and preparation required but neck kisses and sweet murmurs against his pointy ears aren't one of them. wyll ravengard may be a man of the people, but tonight he belonged to astarion. what an outrageous, yet titillating thought. "wyll," he gasps, bearing down on the calloused fingers inside of him as he wraps his arms around the man's neck, astarion's cock drooling precome pitifully against his stomach. "it would please me most greatly," astarion grits out, overwhelmed by arousal, "if you would just fuck me." surely wyll doesn't know how foreign this tenderness is to him, how it makes astarion feel like a deer caught in the hairs of a crossbow. astarion kisses him because how can he not, and sucks at the swell of his bottom lip, coaxing as he gazes at wyll through sooty lashes. he won't be reduced to begging as long as he can get wyll worked up enough in turn. "if you don't, you'll force me to something most treacherous and dire." his gaze flits over the strong expanse of wyll's neck, blood thrumming.

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respond to the following prompts out of character, then tag others you'd like to get to know a little bit better.

roleplayer name: ash

roleplayer pronouns: she/they

muse name: astarion

preferred communication: discord for sure !!

experience: hang on i have to check something real quick . WELL. i first started roleplaying on tumblr in 2013, so on this particular website for about 11 years. it was a bbc merlin blog for arthur pendragon in the era where superwholock basically ruled tumblr and everyone used huge clunky gifs.

preferred roleplay type: paras

pet peeves & dealbreakers: incessantly changing aliases/moving blogs is something that kind of throws me off and makes me a little paranoid simply bc of things that have occurred in the past. but not a deal breaker, really. as long as you're respectful and kind, we're all good in the hood.

plots or memes: memes, but i'm not opposed to plotting and sometimes it's preferable. i don't mind just spitballing dynamics or coming up with a pre-established relationship and going from there. it's fun to see how things develop.

are you like your muse?: yes and no. i think i'm not as selfish and more forgiving than astarion, but there are a lot of things in his story that i identify with, like having conflicted feelings about your abuser and that the cycle of trauma can be hard to break.

tagged by: @silvertiefling tagging: @faerus, @bhaal1st, @harpersoath

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oh, gods help him. faerûn was absolutely over-run with these self-sacrificing hero types and there seemed to be no end in sight. wasn't dealing with wyll ravengard and gale dekarios enough of a sign of his unwavering patience? he'd known that his reveal as a vampire spawn would paint him in an untrustworthy light for a good while, but did that mean nary a hair on his well-coifed head could stray in the meantime? but regardless of his feelings, neyvin at least respects him enough to do as he'd ask and clarify what was troubling them, so he'll hear her out. he looks up at them, worrying the swell of his bottom lip between his teeth before letting a scoff.

"why, yes, darling. idealistic and foolish does about sum it up. it's not that i don't like it, but if we stop to help every ill-fortuned halfwit or freshly orphaned child we come across, we could be addressing more urgent matters. you know, the old 'i have to help myself before i can help anyone else' shtick? besides, i'm a rogue vampire spawn, not a flaming fist or harper." it's not that astarion can't be a force for good or is even vehemently opposed to it, he's capable of plenty of goodness when the mood strikes him. but it was harder to be selfless and generous when you have the threat of turning into an illithid or a true vampire breathing down your neck. astarion isn't sure neyvin understands that.

"for two centuries i have been obeying unfair rules, for no reason other than the fact that i was compelled to do so and didn't have a say in anything at all. so even if you disagree with it and find it ah, morally reprehensible, forgive me for wanting to exercise my right to voice my opinion on things." astarion's face falls briefly because he's said far more than he meant to, but schools it quickly into a more neutral expression. he doesn't know why he cares what neyvin thinks of him. an awkward clearing of his throat. "i apologise. you were right when you said i'm not the bad sort, however. at least not anymore." he was, after all, once a lawful man.

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neyvin scrunches up their face in a look that finds a way to somehow sit perfectly between confusion and annoyance. "well, i can't say anyone has ever called me 'slow to trust'." even as they give a small chuckle, neyvin rubs the back of their neck, clearly uncertain.

but, he did appreciate that, if nothing else, astarion was at least...forthright about calling him out. he feels a bit guilty that he had to be. and that he was letting himself show animosity.

in truth, astarion had done little to earn neyvin's distrust other than exist. and she feels a bit bad for holding that against the vampire spawn. tav had assured her that the other was perfectly safe, and while he trusted that, she also was well...not always sure if it was true.

the firbolg sighs, "i don't have any issue with you, truly. tav said you won't bite anyone at camp, and i believe them. and you don't seem a bad sort, at least not in that regard. i've dealt with undead who have bad intentions and you ain't that. but..." he shifts, "i'm not exactly used to people whose default isn't...helping others."

neyvin admits, simply, crossing his arms. saying it out loud sounds quite foolish he realizes, but it's true. he's spent so long around the harpers that astarion's complaints about them helping others rubbed him wrong. "call me an idealist or an idiot or what not for it, but i just...can't see why you don't like it when we stop to help others. isn't that what heroes like your group are supposed to do?"

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PROMPTS FOR N.SFW DIRTY TALK *  assorted dialogue ranging from vulgar to weird to hot to suggestive to everything in between, n.sfw heavily implied across the board so proceed with caution, adjust as necessary

can you help me with something in the bedroom?

if you don't stop looking at me like that, we're going to have a problem.

beg for me.

i'm imagining what we'd be doing if we were together.

you're going to get down on your knees, and then you're going to taste me.

i've never seen you like this before.

i'm sure we could find somewhere to be alone.

i've been having filthy thoughts all day.

do you want to lie down for a bit?

i need to feel you inside me.

why aren't you here right now?

once we start, i don't think i'll be able to stop.

i need you so bad right now.

how badly do you need me?

i love watching you touch yourself.

come for me.

what do you want me to wear to bed tonight?

that feels so good.

you don't know what you do to me.

i'm under your spell.

i'll make sure you feel good.

i'll do anything you ask.

spank me.

i love when you let me take control.

just like that.

that was so good, baby.

i need to get you home right now.

i thought about you last night.

do that again.

you like that, baby?

look at me while you take it.

pleasing you is my only purpose.

i just want to make you happy.

take your clothes off. lie down.

fuck me hard.

just like that.

how do you want me?

i'm dripping wet.

i can't wait to get you home.

i've never wanted anyone like this before.

grab me in public.

i love your body.

you're making me so fucking horny.

i wish we were home.

i just want to rip your clothes off right now.

don't stop.

wanna see what i have on underneath?

i want you on top of me.

i've never been fucked like this before.

grab my hair.

grind into me just like that.

no one can touch you the way i do.

you make me feel amazing.

pull on my hair.

tonight is all about you.

bite me.

i'm not wearing any panties.

walk in front of me so i can watch you.

don't look at me like that.

i bought something for us to use together.

you turn me on.

have you ever done that before?

i need to feel your body against mine.

you're really sexy when you wear that.

i keep fantasizing about what i'm going to do to you later.

please don't make me beg.

fuck my mouth.

i want you all over me.

i can't concentrate at work when you send me photos like that.

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astarion gives her a cheeky smile, as if to confirm that his actions have indeed always worked for him before. pickpocketing and talking his way out of it was second nature by now. "yes, well. perhaps i just realized that i was going about this the wrong way, and i should address what matters most to you if you're to share anything at all. from one entrepreneurial spirit to another," he offers, shoulders raising in a shrug. astarion's brow raises, cheeks dimpling with a toothy grin when she brings him another glass, pleased she's amenable and willing to hear him out. his easygoing demeanor diminishes when katya finally decides to share her knowledge, his posture going rigid and shoulders stiffening, his gaze darkening as he listens intently. and then, a roll of the eyes. of course cazador would send the spawn in his place. he probably thought that damned signet ring of his deemed him too high and mighty for the likes of this quaint tavern. if he had a wager a guess, it was probably petras being sent on supply runs. astarion blanches, then barks a laugh. "while i do appreciate the offer, darling, i was under the impression our business here has concluded. but if you're so inclined to see me again, i wouldn't say no, although i'd prefer to be the one yanking your leash. i have to kill my old master and usurp his power before i make any commitments, you see," he murmurs with a smouldering gaze, taking a sip of the second glass of blood she'd so politely procured for him. curious, seeing as he hadn't ordered another a drink, but he does so love the hospitality industry.

SHE EYES THE BAG OF GOLD dubiously for a moment, wondering what a spawn like himself wanted with true vampires in the first place. Usually spawn wanted to get away from their masters, not go running to another one.

"... Ya really think pretty words and gold will get ya outta any hot water, huh?" she asked, eyebrow raised before she shuffled around a bit and grabbed him another of his special drinks.

"Well, you're right," she finally laughed, a loud barking sound as she slid him another glass of thick red liquid.

It's not like Katya gave a shit about vampire politics. She had no problem outing these particular monsters. After all, they hardly ever bought things and simply used her tavern as a hunting ground, which was entirely unacceptable. The only one allowed to kill someone in this tavern was her.

"We've gotten a few. Mostly just those that are passin' through the city and need a snack... The vampire lord of the city has tried to send a few of his spawn here - " which she had quickly shut down. Vampires feeding on the regulars was bad for business.

She would not tolerate that nonsense.

"But he ain't never come here in person."

There's a single pause, just a beat before she purrs.

"But if you're lookin' for a new master- " she teased, giving him a quick, cheeky smirk.