Thanks for clicking on my humble post. I am S&N, a 32 year old female with a longing to tell a kinky/romantic/plot filled vampire story. I have been writing since I was 14, and I feel I am creative, intelligent, and I come with a desire to weave a good tale.

Plot: Ophelia smoothed down her dress for what felt like the millionth time. On display, the gorgeous black velvet tank-top mini dress hadn't seemed that short, but in the club with people grinding against her, she felt the slinky material continue to slide up her thighs. Paired with her black combat boots, she felt as though she was on display. A fraud, as if someone would know she didn't belong. She looked around for her best friend, finding her grinding up against someone. Ophelia rolled her eyes and decided to head to the bar. It was too crowded on the dance floor, even if the music was good.

She made her way through the crowd, envious of those who seemed so at ease here. Sammy had dragged her to the opening of the club tonight with the promise that she would be able to unleash her "inner dark side". Sammy had known that Ophelia longed to surrender to the dark, but was too afraid and too wrapped up in academics. It wasn't in Ophelia's nature. It was as if she had this part of her that longed to be free, but couldn't quite pass through her own judgment. It wasn't Sammy's fault that now Ophelia was deeply uncomfortable. Her friends intentions had been good. After all, Sammy had grown up listening to Ophelia talk about her love of "The Crow" and her desire to perhaps own a coffin one day.

There had been a new bar opening up in town, it catered to a darker clientele with promises of fun, mystique, and a chance to unleash your inner demons. Ophelia had so far been impressed by the interior design of the club. The walls were a deep blood red, with a large crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. The floor was black, and seemed to be padded. Booths were scattered across the two sides of the walls, with soft leather and the promise of intimacy. To the left of the dance floor there was a bar that housed alcohol Ophelia had never even heard of before. To the right of the dance floor was a spiral staircase. It was blocked off with a sign that said "VIP only". She could only imagine what was on the second floor. As it stood from her vantage point now, it was pitch black.

She tugged down the bottom of her dress one more time, before finding an empty seat at the bar. She signaled the bar tender, and ordered a shot of whiskey. Something to calm her nerves. She looked around, finding couples in various stages of undress. She briefly made eye contact with the male of a couple who was running his tongue up and down his dates neck. Ophelia clenched her thighs together, and looked away. It seemed too intimate of a moment for her to witness. The bar tender brought her whiskey, and she sucked the whole thing down in one gulp.

Suddenly, she felt a cool touch feathering her skin. Shocked, she looked up to find a handsome man standing beside her. He offered her a wide smile, flashing his teeth before saying, "See something you like, pet?"

Paragraph: I write 1-3 paragraphs at a minimum. With that being said, I match my partners energy. So if you are excited, I will be too! Sometimes conversations happen in the story, and there is no way to stretch them out- thats totally okay! I write in the style of taking turns. So my character will do something, yours will respond and vice versa. Please do not god mod (unless you ask). My character is mine to write.

You: Please be kind, intelligent, creative, respectful, and communicative. I get that we all have lives so I don't expect perfection. Also, I enjoy getting to know/flirt with my potential RP partners. If that isn't something you enjoy, we probably won't be a good fit. I am looking for friends as well as writing partners.

Preferred: Lets start on Reddit to discuss ideas, plots, characters, etc.

Happy huntings, my little darklings! 🖤