Duke Taro
"Why do you think I wear this costume," he said, running his hands along those toned abs. There were a lot of layers in the way, but even through all that she would be able to feel something poking her butt. "Your job has too much responsibility, too much weight. I am your loyal dog, nothing more nothing less. Besides..."
He could feel eyes on them. The couples in the park were staring at them. It appeared that they finally realized who they were. Sitting on the opposite patch of grass was a young couple. The man was shaking, clearly overwhelmed with excitement. Being so close to Valaire would send any citizen into a bit of a frenzy. The girl was well built, modest breasts, curvy body.
The count finally stood up, pushing Valarie aside so he could approach the two. With each step, his grin grew wider and wider as he grew closer and closer. For a moment, the couple stood perfectly still. Up close, the man was shorter than the count, but far more well built. He had clearly been working out before he was turned. Muscles that could be seen through his shirt, sharp red eyes to match his thirst for blood. Their eyes did not meet, as the man's shot right past the duke and went to Valarie.
"I like playing with these pathetic excuse for men," he finished at last, grabbing the beefcake by the shirt and hoisting him into the air. As he flailed helplessly, he turned to the girl. "If he is alive at the end of this, dump him and move onto someone better. For now i'm going to borrow him."
He threw the man in front of Valaire. The poor man landed with a thud. "For now, why not show him a good time and use his face as a chair. You rejected me in my office, so I will fuck you out here, but I worked really hard to prepare you a meal, so lets enjoy that first."