THE FESTIVAL IN THE MALKLAIV COVEN

Above, an enormous moonlight overshadows, illuminating the countless numbers of Vampires that dispersed themselves in a large field with green grasses. There were quite a few number of Humans as well, playing the roles of a waiter as they peeked through the crowd hoping for someone to call on them and buy a drink or two.

The hungry horde licked their lips excitedly as they looked up at the stage, their razor-sharpened fangs glinting menacingly in the candlelight.

The stage revealed a young girl that hung half-naked on a pole, her translucent skin sparkled like marbled meat in a butcher's window. She was performing a pole dance and a cloaked man stood nearby. He started tying black ropes around her lithe limbs, binding them together. The people were amused as they watched on with curious faces. With every hard tug he gave her, her arms and legs twisted further behind until only her taut torso and her face came into show.

A clapping and cheering ovation reigned in the atmosphere for the