“Anon, be polite, we have a guest!” scolds your girlfriend. She turns back to the well-dressed gentleman. "It’s not every day that we get to dine with European royalty. I feel like I’m in a fairy tale!"

"My dear, it is truly an honor to be... invited into your home." replies Count Grey, a thin smile masking his cruel intentions.

Your steak tastes lifeless in your mouth as you try to comprehend what is happening. Somehow, the sadistic virtual villain who ruins your AI Dungeon sessions is here, in real life! Your girlfriend doesn't play video games, how could you possibly explain your guest's true identity to her?

Your girlfriend is clearly enjoying the attention she's receiving from the aristocratic charmer. Despite his apparent age, Count Grey's imposing figure and cold, angular face give the man an authoritative air that you find more than a little intimidating. After dinner, the three of you move to the living room for drinks. Count Grey sits on the loveseat and your girlfriend sits next to him, leaving you alone in the armchair.

"My dear, your eyes shine like the gleaming soul of a dragon, and I would know." purrs Count Grey.

Your girlfriend blushes, her eyes nodding sleepily as she smiles at the compliment.

"The moonlight shines on your skin like the glow of a fresh snowfall..." he continues. Your girlfriend smiles, her eyes dropping sleepily.

"You're so eloquent and refined..." she mutters dreamily.

There's three people in the room, but it's clear that there's only two people in the conversation. Count Grey places a cold hand on your girlfriend's thigh, and she lets out a tiny gasp of joy.