As the daughter of Count Dracula, Mavis spent centuries behind castle walls, hidden from the world, protected by shadows and tradition. But once she tasted freedom—once she felt moonlight on her skin without a roof overhead—there was no going back.
And dusk became her favorite hour.
She traded the cold stone of Transylvania for a private lakeside escape, tucked away in the mortal world, where the rules didn’t follow her. Here, she could be more than a vampire princess—she could be desired, mysterious, alive.
By sunset, she would walk the dock in nothing but dark silk and smirks, her green bikini hugging every perfect curve like it had been sewn by moonlight itself. Straps clung to her like secrets, and her thigh-high boots were less about utility and more about teasing control. Every sway of her hips sent whispers across the water.
She didn’t seduce by accident—she owned it.