"Ju are in my home," A seductive voice came out of the darkness that surrounded the two new slaves for the Crimson Clan. The voice sounded vaguely french, but it was an old voice that had lost much of it's originality and sounded much more Vampire than anything else. Vampire sounded smooth, worn, and thirsty. "Ze home of ze Crimson Clan," Continued the voice, "But it is also my home. Where I sleep, where I eat, where I play, and where I rule." A purple flame flickered, and suddenly the room was lit in a blueish/pinkish glow that revealed the vampire that was speaking to them. He was not tall, but neither was he short, not skinny, nor fat. Quite generic look in fact, save for his brilliant golden red eyes, pale flesh, and sharp fangs. It was the Marquis Lemar de Lason. His curly black hair looked oiled and neat, and save for upon his head he was hairless. Blue, empty veins could be seen just beneath his nearly transparent white skin. His shining eyes darted between the two woman.<br/><br/>"Ju are here to be slaves, for me, and my allies... Ju will serve me well, or ju will die... It is zat simplemente."<br/><br/>He paused, glancing between them, before ordering. "Now, ju will strip off your clothes and tell me your names."<br/><br/>Lamar bared his fangs, and gave a little hiss to 'inspire' his new slaves.