Ooc: Hopefully this plot is malleable. I'm a wicked plot weaver.<br/><br/><br/>Staring at the candidate she had to admit, she wasn't impressed. Her red eyes were fanned by her thick ebony lashes. Sighing she sat and simply waited for the interview to begin. The candidate looked stiff and out of place. A suit was not a common wear for the poor male. He smelled faintly of fear and anticipation. A combination that greeted her nose swiftly with a hint of fragrance.<br/><br/>That was the first thing to go. Cologne was artificial and held little appeal to her. A male that smelt clean to her senses naturally appealed to her best. He was made up and she had no room in her life for fake people.<br/><br/>Eyeing him from a distance she crossed her legs in her chair. Her long raven hair shifting against her body.<br/><br/>Some would call her picky, however, she was no ordinary woman. A member of the Aristocracy got exactly what what they pleased. Though she had to admit she was not thrilled it had come to this little arrangement.<br/><br/>To be honest... she was craving blood. Her body was weakening and she had found herself incapable of sating herself. Feeding once a month was not sufficient. Normally, it wouldn't be this difficult but do to her new found abstinence from anything lustful in nature she found drinking blood to be a wonderful substitute. However, a high frequency of feeding was required on her behalf.<br/><br/>She wasn't just looking for a donor, she was looking for an assistant. She needed someone who was around her and at her side when the time called for it. And this hiring process seemed like a workable solution. Though not preferred. Even if she did take the underwhelming male she would have her own interview to conduct.<br/><br/>She tuned into the generic interview with interest. She noticed his practiced verses. And clearly it was a matter of money. She had plenty of that to give. He would want for nothing but was he willing to pay the piper? She could be quite demanding. Being the Queen had a lot to do with that.<br/><br/>It was a known fact to her that no matter who she picked, they would have to be trained.<br/><br/>She heard the interview amid her thoughts, 'Polite and a good listener he says?' She thought to herself quietly.<br/><br/>'Active and can play the piano.' Good he could entertain her guests and perhaps even herself in her chambers at night. The job she held for him was much larger than a mere blood donor. But he had to be worthy of her interest...<br/><br/>She watched as her male Vampire counterpart teased the human and tested his resolve. She admired his grace and bold behavior. She would be a far worse mistress.<br/><br/>He is a bad liar... the male mentioned with a smile.<br/><br/>"A bad liar indeed." Her deep sensual voice radiated like water running across silk. Smooth, effortless and sinful.<br/><br/>She watched as he signed the contract and the nurse came to tend to her duties. Watching in the darkness she awaited the results.<br/><br/>He tested clean and with a blood type of AB he was a rare type indeed. Not unknown to her though but not unfavorable either.<br/><br/>Taking the wine glass of blood she brought it to her nose as she took in its scent. It smelled sweet yet bold which ignited her stiff frame in the chair. Shifting she took the glass to her lips and sipped the dark warm fluid. It hit her lips and she could feel them tingle as the taste hit her tongue...<br/><br/>Her features were unfazed as she handed the still full glass to the Vampiric male with care. Standing up out of the chair elegantly she stood in the darkness. Her heels clicking on the marble floors. "Leave us." She spoke with finality. "I wish to ask him a few questions... in private."<br/><br/>She waited for them to leave... patiently.<br/><br/>Once they were gone she walked towards him slowly. Coming into view she was quite the sinful looking Mistress. Long flowing hair, crimson eyes a sign of her blood lust with a body that screamed toxic bliss. Dressed in a black pantsuit with red heels she looked down at him. Leaning down close to his face it was clear she wasn't wearing anything under the tight fitting blazer. Looking professional... yet sultry she parted her lips only to ask, "My life, is not to be taken lightly. I expect much more from you than your life's blood flowing through your veins. But are you up to the task I wonder?"<br/><br/>"Tell me..." She leaned into his ear breathing onto his neck with intent. "How far will you go... for me?" She whispered quietly.