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LaCroix gives your order to the bartender, and when it arrives, you eat in private luxury. You finish, and are near sleep from being so pleasantly full.
"It's time for you to give something to me," LaCroix says.
He takes you in his arms, and you think, This isn't a bad bargain! He brushes his lips against your neck, causing you to shiver. After a few moments, the combination of the food and the pleasure have the effect of a tranquilizer; you have no desire to move from his arms. When his fangs sink into your neck, you only sigh softly.
Your vision fades to black, and you think, It still wasn't
a bad bargain.