"Umm… Dracula I didn't expect you to arrive this early." Lilith muttered nervously.
She had no idea why she had such a wild dream, all she knew was that it felt so real.
This was Lilith's first erotic dream, and she couldn't help but blame herself for admiring Dracula's figure earlier that day when she arrived at the mansion.
Deep down, she was relieved that only one candle was lit in the sitting room.
The candle was the only source of light within the sitting room, allowing Lilith to stare at Dracula's face.
However, the lightening that reflected through the window also served as a light.
Dracula scoffed, his lip curling into a cruel smile as he stared down at Lilith. "So you were dreaming of me, little mortal?" he inquired, his voice dripping with contempt. "It seems that you have quite an imagination... or a deep-seated desire that even you cannot deny."
