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[So now you're in a dark, underground city and you're either:

a) a human, something close to human, and tagged with a collar and dog tags, a short robe and pants uniform, and the knowledge you're livestock. You're being brought to a noble's mansion for entertainment at a party.

b) exceedingly not human and visiting a party at a vampire noble's house. Maybe you're from out of town and you've been invited out of politeness.]

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I'm afraid that's not going to happen. Livestock doesn't get to make demands.

If you're going to eat me then just fucking do it already! I'm sick and tired of being played with by you... freaks!

Oh, what a cute thing you are. But if you want to die so badly you'll have to earn it.

... the fuck is wrong with you?

[Pets his cheek.]

Should I help you out?

[Gross stop. Leaning away.]

... why should I believe you'd help me with anything?

Well, if you become my favorite I'll buy you nice things. One does love to pamper special pets don't you think?

I'm not a fucking 'pet', asshole!

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You'd rather be cattle then?

-- ... tch.

[Goes quiet. Fuck you. Fuck you.]

Oh my, it seems you need time to think about it. Shall I introduce you to the dinner guests?

Dinner guests?

That's right. Everyone is very eager for the main course.

[Looks more disgusted than scared to be honest.]

... you sick fuck.

[But he's quiet for a moment, staring hard at the vampire. Seeming to consider his options.]

So, what. If I agree to be your "favorite" you'll drop this stupid "dinner date" or whatever the hell you've got set up?

That's right. I can always make last minute arrangements for the menu.

[Seems so pleasant and pleased and friendly and is basically a giant douchebag yes.]

Wipe that goddamn smirk off your face. I still don't trust a fucking word coming out of your mouth.

You've got quite a suspicious and uncharming attitude don't you?

If you don't like it, tough shit. I'm not here to impress fancy ass rich people.

It's not cute at all. But it might be a refreshing change.

[Scoffs.]

If you haven't noticed, I'm a grown-ass man.

[Also carefully trying to stand up and move, his legs feel like lead.]

My my, not fond of being considered cute, dear? What's your answer? I shall have to know soon.

Dinner, or my pet? I do take excellent care of my things, you'd be properly pampered.

Stop calling me 'dear', asshole.

[What.. cute... petnames they have for each other already.]

And fine, I'll be your 'pet'. I don't care about being pampered, I just don't feel like dying here.

Delightful.

[He motions a hooded figure over and murmurs at him, then waves two others to Gara.]

Do see him to my room. Ah, I must attend to the party but I promise I'll see you after I've been a good host ♥

[... was that a goddamn heart just now.]

Fine! Whatever! Just get the fuck out!!

[It was a heart.]

[He waves as he exits, bows and ruffles fluttering. And Gara is taken off through many fancy rooms and hallways to a big opulent bedroom where he's injected, again, with drugs to keep him docile while he waits.]