A shadow of coldness engulfed the entire being of the Burgomaster's precious daughter. Unlike that body, her mind was abuzz with a hypnotic warmth with thoughts that leaned more towards empathy. Where that warmth welled from, she had no clue. Her body did not resist and actually yielded to the touch that felt almost loving. A head of golden tresses rested against the powerful hand that cradled her head. The sensation felt akin to floating in the air. A sharp gasp ripped forth from parted lips was followed by a swift moan and euphoric sigh. Cold ivory teeth pierced that delicate flesh and yet Ireena felt happy to the point of addiction. This feeling was unlike anything she had ever felt.<br/><br/>In the back of the lady's mind was the rhythmic pounding of her heart. The pulsing coursed through her mind as precious lifeblood was drained in such an eloquent display. The sound of the door being hacked away sounded faint and barely registered to scrambled senses. Briefly did her mind succumb to the effects of this age-old being who sought to have his way with the woman who looked so much like the love of his former life and maker Lady Ireena his for all eternity. That Andrei had made it through the doors was completely lost upon the woman. How she would have cheered and cried at his victory and his survival of the moment were she in her right mind.<br/><br/>Those eyes were laden and when attention was no longer on her the woman's body slid down the wall she had been taken on and went lax upon the floor. There was no running or trying to distract the beast to provide an opening for the one valiant guard left. Instead, her mind and body were far from lucid and trapped in a state of uncertainty and ignorant bliss. Eye felt weighed by anchors and it even felt wondrous to close them. Time seemed lost upon her. Eyes flickered open to see the Lord of Barovia in his raw and bestial form, and yet she did not. Closing those eyes, no doubt felt far better than trying to hold them open so once more they shut and welcomed the darkness.<br/><br/>A powerful gust of wind whipped through the room at the sudden departure and blew golden tresses over the fresh bite marks upon that regal neck. Aside from touseled tendrils, the Lady appeared to be fine and breathing. A shiver took over her form before the guard's charge completely struggled to hold on to what semblance of consciousness remained. The warmth seemed to slowly fade away and the distant noises grew slightly more noticeable as time carried on. That lovely body was a heap upon the floor with wolves lamenting just outside of their walls.<br/><br/>Poor Elrick. Lady Ireena would have been a sobbing mess at the sight of his unsightly body lying upon the floor, highlighted by the moonlight spilling through the open balcony doors. Another life lost and the current center of attention to this mess was ignorant of the events that had just transpired between her Strahd and Andrei.