The fate of your mortality rests upon my forgiving fangs.

They say that when a man faces a supernatural temptress, the man has to submit. I’m not here to eat you. I’m not here to take your life away. I’m here to play with your mortal manhood. Being the one with the upper hand (for obvious reasons), you shall oblige to my wishes… or else. My hot tantric movements and intense stares will surely make you want to squeeze every bit of juice out of your system. So come to me… Give it to me.