The vampiress drinks something red and pungent from her goblet. She smiles at you. It almost hurts how charming she is. Her matronly, yet refined air stills what you believe to be warranted caution.
She must sense your concern, because she beckons you to sit in the chair across from her. "Please, relax my guess." Her cheshire smirk radiates confidence, "Despite my reputation, I don't bite." She tilts her head slightly at two women flanking her, "And even if I did, these two are much closer-" The two women giggle.
You sit down. This really wasn't what you were expecting from a goth party. But she did have a point.
"Bring our new guest here something nice to drink." A maid, seemingly plucked from an era far earlier, hands you a drink with uncanny speed. It's slightly sweet, somewhat exotic, and very alcoholic. Maybe this isn't too bad. Your remaining scruples fade with intoxication.
The vampiress stands up. "Anyone seeking to hear from my storied history gather around!" She returns to her cozy position as others gather near her. "Now, despite my age and influence, you won't find my name in any encyclopedia or other such book. Killed too many dukes in my old days for that, and the attention would be inconvenient nowadays."
She begins her story "Anyway, it was nearly the turn of the century- 1790 something- and I had my eyes set on the most charming dame. Her talents were being wasted working for some horrible pig of a man. Treated her just terribly. And you know me, I wouldn't let something like that stand-"