The feel of her flesh in my arms and the scent of my enemy's flesh on her breath sent me into wild throes of passion. Yet in my ardor, I grew heedless of her delicacy, and she did not survive our encounter. To preserve my memory of her always, I fashioned a pair of gloves from her skin, and - so that her soul might stay near me - I tanned them with her brains. I wear them to this night.
—Vampire: The Masquerade - Clanbook: Tzimisce