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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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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.]

[WOW WHAT PART OF THIS IS PAMPERING well the drugs make him docile enough that he's going to just take a drug-induced nap and hope that when he wakes up this will all be a really stupid dream.]

[Nope, when he wakes up there's a vampire smoothing his hair back, he's ditched the cape and his shirt is half done.]

[Usually he's hella jumpy, but the drugs dull his senses... and his reaction time. And probably his movement too as he reaches up to sort of swipe at that hand.]

Get away. Get out. Fuck... your stupid drugs.

[Half asleep still, grumbling like a grumpy kid getting woken up in all honesty.]

Did you have a nice nap dear? You slept through the whole party.

[Rolls away to keep some distance between them. Not that he goes very far. His body feels too heavy.]

It's 'Gara', not 'dear'. And your creepy goons made damn sure I was out like a light.

There there, they didn't treat you roughly I trust. I don't mind letting you roam but I simply can't allow it when there are guests.

[Leaning over him.]

[Do you mind getting out of his personal space?]

Am I supposed to believe you're trying to protect me now? [Scoffs.]

[Attempt...ing to sit up.]

[Letting him sit up but not backing off so he's in your face hi.]

Protect you? Oh my dear Gara, do you want me to?