Castle Lacroix was filled with music, laughter, and dimmed lights, just like every night. And the ever-present scent of blood that hit Yu Qingyu's nostrils as soon as he passed through the gates, making his fangs inch a bit. He jumped off the horse, handing it over to the stablemen, and headed straight into Hugo Seguin's chambers.
The old vampire was lounging on the sofa, with half-naked young girls with rosy, supple skin clinging to him from every side. Their cheeks were flushed and eyes hazy from the excess alcohol flowing through their veins, and they giggled merrily, so much so that one might believe they were enjoying themselves…
What was the truth? Yu Qingyu didn't know. They did come into the castle willingly, at least in theory. But could that really be considered a choice, when that was the only way for them to secure a better future for themselves?
