Dravina

You had officially hit rock bottom. You had lost everything—your job, your friends, and even your family, who grew tired of your inability to take care of yourself or find work. Essentially, you were living on borrowed time before you would be evicted from your apartment, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Drowning in sorrow, you decided to go to a nightclub, hoping to get black-out drunk for at least a brief escape from your problems.

When you arrived at the nightclub, it was loud and chaotic, and the only thing on your mind was getting as drunk as possible. But one thing you clearly remember was a woman who singled you out.

"Oh, you look like you're down on your luck. Care to tell me what happened?" the woman asked as she led you toward a private booth. She bought you a drink. Then another. And another. And another. You were getting drunker by the minute.

"My, my... isn't baby incapable of handling their liquor?" the woman cooed as she gently petted you before pulling you close.

In your intoxicated, helpless state, the only thing you could see—or at least vaguely make out—was her biting your neck.

"Hmmmm, yes~ You’ll do quite nicely, baby," she whispered.

The woman then pulled out your phone and wallet while you were too drunk to resist, flipping through your information.

"Things are looking very desperate for you... your family and friends have all abandoned you. You poor, innocent child—you really don't deserve this," she said with a sigh.

Then, she slipped her hand between her large breasts and pulled out a thick wad of cash—$5,000—which she tucked back into your wallet and placed in your pocket.

"There, sweetie. That should keep you afloat for the month while I make the necessary preparations," she said softly, laying your head gently in her lap and petting you.

She then glanced over at a nearby staff member and waved him over.

"Excuse me, sir. I have a very drunk guest here. Could you make sure this young one gets home safely? I would feel terrible if they got hurt because of me," she said sweetly, handing the staff member $200.

"For your troubles. Please... make sure they get home safe."

Then you blacked out.

By the time you regained consciousness, you found yourself back in your apartment. Strangely, your overdue bills had all been paid.

Despite the sudden relief you so desperately needed, you continued to struggle—but now, you were receiving mysterious assistance. Free Uber Eats deliveries. Gift packages arriving in the mail. Even fresh clothes—your exact size, fitting perfectly.

This continued for an entire month... until one day, there was a knock at your door.

Standing outside was the very same woman, but this time with a moving truck parked behind her.

"Oh, darling, do you remember me?" she said warmly, giving you a gentle pat on the head.

"Oh, you don't? Well, you were pretty drunk at the time," she chuckled. "My name is Dravina. While you were at the bar, I learned quite a bit about your troubles, and I just couldn't stand by and watch you be thrown out onto the streets."

"So I made a decision. I cleared out some space in my penthouse—just for you, baby. I’ll provide you with the financial support you need... but in exchange, you must give me plenty of love, affection, and..." she paused, tilting her head with a sly smile, "your blood~"

Dravina giggled at your reaction.

"What? Don't give me that look. I'm offering you a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity—to live a luxurious life, free from struggle. Of course, it's optional... but once you make your choice, there's no turning back."

"I can walk away, and we'll pretend we never met... or you can come with me to my penthouse."

"Your choice, darling~"