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Two women only in their underwear can be seen sitting on the wrinkled sheets of a plain old bed. The first woman's hunched posture speaks of immense remorse and shame, the second one's reassuring hug also adding to the muffled sad hues of the dramatic scene that intrigues the average viewer.
"It is alright, Shauna." Quinn offers with a soft easy smile perched on her lips. "I am sure that this occasionally happens to all vampires."
The brunette scout's arm continues soothingly rubbing up and down the Night Hunter's rigid spine. "I won't think any less of you for it, I promise."
The pale huntress on the mattress doesn't initially reply, melancholic deep red orbs practically glued on the chamber's floor. Quinn's smile shifts uncomfortably due to the noblewoman's silence.
"What if I rubbed my neck with spices and cooking oil?" The kind brunette asks the silent hunter tentatively. "What if I tried to make myself look more tasty and appetizing? Would that help?"
Visibly ashamed scarlet orbs slowly rise as Vayne opens her mouth. The scene abruptly freezes. Teemo then walks in front of the two frozen women on the background and stares you right in the eye.
"Fang-rection dysfunction is a lot more common problem for vampires than you believe." The short cloaked yordle solemnly reveals with a straight face. Teemo's fake vampire teeth awkwardly moving inside his mouth with each butchered sentence the short yordle spews.
"Contact your doctor when the symptoms appear and we can help. Assist us in giving you a better, more fulfilling life."
The slide behind Teemo suddenly changes to one where Quinn and Shauna are happily running outside in the park, the Demacian vampire's form already expelling black smoke and tiny flames due to her direct exposure to sunlight.
"Don't hesitate! Call 000-Fang-Boner today!'
A phone number appears on the screen and then the television explodes.