Bella smiled back, her canines lengthening, but only her canines. Her eyes flashed yellow, but only for a moment, and her nails lengthened, but only slightly. Her skin paled, rather than growing furred, and John now realized why he was powerless, and why Carrie was mesmerized.
"It's amazing...I'm a witch, but you see, I wear a vampire costume at night," Bella said. "I've found it grants....extraordinary benefits."
"You're wearing two costumes?" John managed to mumble, struggling against the immobilizing power of the vampiress.
"Oh no, not at all, my dear. I was always a witch, even in the human world. Coming here simply amplified my powers. Wearing a costume actually provides an additional level of power for me." She gestured to the large ruby necklace she wore, and to the gown. "It's funny, the costume is so minor, so rudimentary, and yet, so powerful. I'd imagine if I hadn't already been a witch, its power might have overcome me. Instead, I control the costume!"
"Nevertheless," Bella sighed, "I still can't help but give into some of the customary stereotypes of the vampire, such as feeding off of the living, and keeping a cadre of werewolf servants." Bella walked to the counter, and rang the service bell six times.
Three women emerged from the back, all dressed in french maid outfits, two redhead and one blonde. They were all shapely and young. They acted quite submissive, standing out of the way, slightly behind Bella, their heads bowed. "How can we help, mistress?" The blonde maid asked.