Our date started out normally, you arrived at my apartment and we chatted over cocktails. 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 taking from you while you are still alive. Caressing your head, I lay you down on the floor and tell you that your martini was spiked and now your body is 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.