The next day, I wake up feeling an intense urge to drink blood. My body is drenched in sweat even though the room is extremely cold. As a vampire, I'm supposed to drink blood every once in a while, but since reincarnating into this body, I haven't drunk any.
When I glance to the side, I notice that Lola is no longer sleeping beside me. I get up from the bed and realize I'm stark naked. My pants and underwear are lying neatly folded on the couch.
What the hell happened?
While I'm lost in thought, the door to the room suddenly opens and Lola comes in with a tray of food in her hands. She gently places the food on the bedside table and remains standing, looking at me with a blank expression, her eyes gazing down at my morning erection.
She doesn't seem fazed in the slightest. I guess Centaurs are really built differently.
