This weekend, I promised a good friend that I'd help him out with his live-action Vampire campaign. For this, we brought back my old character, Lillith. Lillith is a Brujah gone Setite that has most of her attributes, traits and personality centered around seduction. (Does this really come as a surprise to anyone?) Our job in the event was to be Priestess and temple guard of a very debaucherous (is that even a word) place of worship dedicated to the Egyptian God, Set. As the different teams showed up, I was supposed to seduce one of the members into drinking some of "Set's blood" from the goblet.

So, my husband and I get our house ready with candles, incense, the snake laying in a chair, Type O Negative playing in the background; we had the mood set. Steve (playing a very bad-ass temple guard) dressed himself in a long, hooded cloak I had made just for such an occasion, his collar (bought for many a situation!), leather armbands with hanging skulls around his forearms, and more restraints hanging from his belt loops in an "I'm going to use these first chance I get" kinda way. Damn, the man looked edible! I was ready to cancel the whole thing right then and there, lock the doors and strap him down for the night!

I wore a black, lace dress (again, that I had made for just such an occasion) and a t-bar. That was it. This dress is only lined on the sides of the front which meant that not only was there a great view of cleavage, but every now and then a couple of good shots of nipple action were shining through. We were ready.

When the first group showed up, I was so damned nervous that I was shaking. It's been five years since I have done any kind of role-playing and about two years since I have actively tried to be even remotely sexy. Of the first group, I was told it would be best to try to get the female to drink. Not being one to argue with advice, I entranced her and made her drink. She made a couple of comments that boosted my ego rather nicely (not too mention my hormone levels).

Steve was doing a wonderful job and using "the voice" that he always uses in our scenes. I was getting more comfortable and more into my character. By the time the fourth group had shown up, I was so turned on that I swear I could have come at a single touch. By this time, I was playing it up and sprawling all over the chair I was in. I was picking the quietest and shiest looking person in each group, taking advantage of their, seemingly, meekness.

By the time the last group had arrived, I was extremely into my character. I picked this young, quiet looking guy that was sitting across from me. I made eye contact and held it the whole time I was talking to him. Once the challenge had been won, I picked up the goblet, sauntered over to where he was sitting, straddled him in the loveseat and poured the liquid down his throat. I thought the poor kid was going to collapse! The narrator was cracking up in the corner and later informed me that this kid had just signed up to play that evening and was very young. (No, I'm not going to admit how young he was.) I imagine that I will be the subject of many a lone-sessions with him.

After the groups had left, I went along to help tally up the totals of the evening. Once there, I received many comments about my performance that night (along with very sincere comments about how I looked in that dress!) The one that said it all, however, was introducing myself to one of the people that had been to my house, but that I had never met. As he took my hand to shake it, he forgot his name!

The entire evening was a much needed gigantic ego boost for me. I am definitely in the mood for that fetish party now. Hm, upon reflection, it's probably a damn good thing that I missed the LAN party this weekend!