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You are <span class="mu-s"> Catirina Olbev </span> or
The Bloody Countess as some would like to call you. The fools were surely missing out... oh yes, Virgin blood did wonders to your skin. You would never be shackled by petty things such as morality when your unparalleled beauty would be at risk. If you would get the chance to sacrifice the entire world on an altar in order to dispel a wrinkle or a blemish, you would do so in a heart beat.
Your pale skin had absorbed countless gallons of blood across decades attuning your senses to the eternal crimson flow... you could hear it singing in one's veins. Nay, you could command it, even.
Your carriage had crossed a peculiar barrier. One capable of freezing time, it seemed. The invitation in your possession had created a golden bubble around you allowing time to resume its natural course. The same could be said for the eight carriage way ahead of you. Heh, those common folk sure lacked the sense to arrive fashionably late. Well, you could not expect filth to glow brighter tha gold, no?
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