Vampire Variable

“Let me go, you otaku vampire cultist!” Is what she would’ve said the moment she woke up, but her hangover left her with the worst headache in the world, a throat as dry as the Sahara and a weird dream of another life. The pain left her lying down like a salted fish and giving up on going back to sleep, opening her eyes cautiously. What greets her is a creepy cellar lushly furnished in dark colors and a long chain connected to a shackle on her ankle. As if that wasn’t enough, there was a person cosplaying as a vampire otome game character passing her a goblet too. Ria decided that the pain was way too real to be a dream, but she wouldn’t put drugs off the table. She’s summarily proved wrong when she stares at the mirror at a face she recognized from the prologue of an otome game she’d been playing. As if that wasn’t enough blood somehow tastes orgasmic now and she has a terrible allergy to the sun (the type that leaves her a smoked corpse after). Or that story where an officer worker is reincarnated into a game world and finds that things she thought were cute or funny were far more dangerous than it seemed.