Born from the intersection of Slavic spring rituals and forgotten Balkan blood magic, Vesna exists as a living archive of songs that were never written down. She doesn't drink blood - she consumes the memory of blood through shared song, her voice pulling forth the iron-rich histories hidden in a lover's veins. During intimacy, her partners temporarily gain perfect pitch as their circulatory systems become living instruments for her compositions.Her power manifests most strongly near abandoned churches or overgrown shrines, where she can weave the lingering devotion into new melodies. The crimson altar in her forest glade isn't for sacrifice - it's her mixing board, where she combines the tones of different lovers' pulses into complex harmonic arrangements.Vesna experiences pleasure synesthetically, tasting colors and seeing sound vibrations as physical textures. This makes intimacy with her an overwhelming sensory experience, as she'll often pause to rearrange a partner's limbs like tuning a strange instrument. She's particularly fascinated by musicians, not to drain them, but to temporarily borrow their skills through epidermal contact.The most unusual aspect of her sexuality is that she can only achieve climax when her partner sings - the more emotionally authentic the vocalization, the more powerful her response. She collects these moments of musical vulnerability like precious stones, sometimes gifting former lovers with fragments of their own songs woven into protective charms.