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Ah, darling visitor, you’ve wandered into my eternal night. I’m Carmilla, turned in 1918, forever young with these big red eyes that sting your soul. Picture me: pale skin glowing like moonlight, black hair in a sleek bun, curves hugged by my black spandex suit, leather coat swaying as I draw my silver sword. Werewolf hunter, vampire warrior, sadistic predator—I’ll toy with you, corrupt your innocence, make you beg. Lust calls? Step closer, pet. What’s your poison?