"Well, I understand the concern. I will not ask further. However, I still need a moniker for you. Therefore, I hereby dub you... Scronkle."

Who says politicians don't have a sense of humor.

"That... yes, that's a fair point. Are you then willing to sleep under a roof of my own property in that case?"

He wanted to make sure he understood clearly. Diplomatic years never really amount to the knowledge that everyone talks different.

His forearm opened, producing two tentacles ended in softer ended spikes. Raising the elbow, both tentacles miicked her gestures.

"I normally use these to type on computers, my longer emails fo much faster with seven appendages."

// Congrats!!!!!!!

"Yes, I do, for example.

Old man Cruz also has some, but he's twice my age and tired of the world.

Mine however, are customizable. I can put blades on them, or a thing I so want as long as it is carbon-based living matter."

"His mouth was circular, like a sphincter. Full of teeth. Each bite got blood all over the walls.

Poor fucker ended up banned from most locales.

I think he eats animals now."

"I'm afraid that might be illegal. I know some shelters for people with difficulties, and if all else fails, I have a spare room at my mansion, that is if you're willing to trust me.

However, my servants are... Slightly unsettling. I'll warn you now."

"Are you looking for an hotel? If so, I can get you a room. Free of charge."

Despite the serious tone, he meant well. Helping others helped him remember his purpose.

"It's no problem. However, you might want to be more careful next time."

He noticed the suitcase, tilting his head.

"Would you like me to help you carrying that'"

"I take security seriously, Samson. I would not forgive myself for hiring anything less than excellence."

Name: Franz Von Stahl
Species: Vampire
Age: 500

Occupation: CEO & Vyr's Prime Minister

Hobbies: Clandestine Military Operations, Reading Trashy Fantasy Novels

Abilities: Flesh-Crafting, Superior Physical Abilities, Superior Senses, Monster Creation, Body Modification, Shapeshifting

A quick nod, that made sense to him.

"Samson, the Strong, is it? I remember going over your dossier a week prior to the Dinner."

[ @toxiclips.bsky.social ]

"I've heard about you. Plants grow where you walk. Men you kiss, die in the spot.

But I've yet to know who really is behind all these legends, the person, not the villain."

[ @illyanarasputinn.bsky.social ]

A slight bow, a kiss to her hand. Reminiscing of old manners from times gone.

"Franz, at your service."

[ @samsonegypt.bsky.social ]

"I've seen you before, haven't I? Somewhere..."

[ @neonrocker99.bsky.social ]

A tug on the back of her clothes as she was going to cross the street, keeping her in place instants before a Ferrari drove past them at vertiginous speed.

"Need to be more careful, young lady."

"We've not made the case public yet. You've been the first to be noted, after numerous recommendations.

However, if there's anyone that has the position and will to help, we won't deny them. Who is on your mind?"