Our date started out normally, you arrived at my apartment and we chatted over tea. Gradually, though, it became clear that I had used my seductive beauty to lure you here for more nefarious purposes. I'm actually interested in your hot liquid, in sipping from you while you are still alive. Caressing your head, I lay you down on the floor and tell you that your tea was spiked and now your body is frozen, paralyzed, though you are conscious and can still speak. You beg for your life as I loom over you, telling you that you ARE the dinner tonight, that I intend to consume you completely. My hunger builds and builds, and when I can no longer resist, I moan as I sink my sharp teeth into your warm neck.