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Kira:

After making love to me very slowly and sinking his fangs into my jugular, Patrick forbade me to wash my private parts. Apparently I must be present at the trial smelling of him in every possible way. Just thinking about it makes me blush. Beneath the white dress I am wearing black underwear that is practically visible through the fabric.

We are in a fairly large room, Patrick sits on a golden throne and I am sitting on a cushion at his feet. He caresses my hair absentmindedly every two minutes. This situation is really bizarre. I look like his pet, I laugh to myself. Yes... I look like his kitten.

Cleo is standing in front of us. She dresses impeccably, she is in black once again, this time she is wearing a very long dress, with a train that trails behind her, a high hairstyle and wear a small veil. It seems that she is in mourning.

A group of a hundred or more male and female vampires has gathered around us. All observing the process solemnly.

The three accused are kneeling to