She’s lives as a vampire. Controlling her primal urge to consummate every corner she turns. She sees men as objects to satisfy her craving. The sex den curbs her cravings, but still feeds a drive that grows as she is never fully satiated.
To satisfy her hunger for orgasm is all she knows. She travels on the edge of obtaining ecstasy that fulfills her wants as she traverses this modern world of existence, blending in as someone without these urges. She pulls her hood up over her head in shame as she walks past with her fangs out and her body convulsing in starvation, resisting her true nature.
Ecstatic Soul Stripper 