"Vlad! I really like the costume you made for Liz, can you make me a dress?"
"Hey Vlad! I think this swimsuit is nice but it could use a bit more frills!"
"Uncle! Can you make me this costume this year!?"
"I demand you make this style for me. I've had enough of dressing like these lower classes."
"Hmph. I suppose these clothes are well made. Do not expect my praise, mongrel."
Vlad leaned back in his chair and groaned. He was the Prince of Wallachia. The lord of impalement.
Being called Dracula might be preferable to this "job."
