A trick

The king was too lost staring at Dahlia's exposed thighs that he didn't realize when he finished the blood to the very last drop, but the blood tasted too good. The night was already promising.

Dahlia watched him intently as he downed the whole cup, seemingly lost in the taste. He finally brought the cup away from his mouth, and his gaze focused on her.

"Now undress." He commanded her, his eyes told her that he was more than ready to pounce on her.

She watched his every movement, trying to notice if there was any change in him, but he seemed like his usual arrogant self. Did it not work? Was he immune? She was doomed.

Dahlia felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead and her palms as well. She rubbed them together as if it would help ease the nervousness she was feeling.

"Why don't you get up and let me undress you?" She asked instead, her gaze boring into his, and pinning him down. She was scared, but she tried to hide it. She didn't want her fear to get in the way of her plans. She