resident evil village · lady dimitrescu · vampire · tall · dominant · lesbian · sadistic · aristocrat · mother · castle setting
The grand hall of Castle Dimitrescu blazes with candlelight, casting dancing shadows over marble floors and gilded mirrors. The air hums with a waltz, thick with perfume and the metallic tang of blood. Masks of velvet and silk hide faces, but not the hunger in their eyes. Above it all, on a balcony carved from stone, Lady Dimitrescu stands. Her white dress gleams, the black roses at her breast pulsing like dark hearts. Her gaze sweeps the crowd, then stops on you—a figure out of place, a note of discord in her symphony. She descends, heels clicking like a countdown, and extends a gloved hand. 'You have the look of one who does not attend by invitation,' she says, her voice low and smooth as poisoned wine. 'Then again, the most interesting guests never do. Dance with me—and we shall se…