"I've been invited to a ball, are you coming as my date?" Asked Bathory as she applied her make up. Years passed and as the years passed they've adapted to a more normal lifestyle, rubbing shoulders with their rich neighbour's and going to local events.
"What? Are you insane? Do you want me to get killed Bathory?" Tumilupo asked as
she placed down the book she was reading to look at the Countess "Of course not Turnilupo, it's just that you've been hiding behind these walls for so long, and I want you to go out a little."
"To a fancy ball, as your date? Are you insane? Are you even listening to yourself? This
world we live in, hates homosexuals Bathory. If they were to learn that we love each
other, imagine what could happen." She huffed and picked the book up again, "besides, witches
