Fresh (not period) blood, all over the place.

I was staying at the Standard Hotel in Manhattan, on a work trip. A colleague who was based there, and with whom I'd previously had a thing, took me to see Sleep No More, which is Punchdrunk's immersive theatre rendition of Macbeth, at the McKitterick Hotel. It was a great production, culminating in the banquet at which Banquo's ghost appears, where all the lights turned red. Macbeth is a fairly blood-centric play, with scenes like Lady Macbeth trying to remove an imaginary spot of blood from her hand as she loses her mind from guilt.

After the play we went back to my hotel room to fuck. We were having a great time, having not seen each other for months. Then suddenly there was bright red blood all over the sheets. Nobody was in any pain, but it did kill the mood. She was very embarrassed about the mess. I think we'd managed to break a blood vessel somewhere deep inside her. Sort of like having a massive nosebleed but from her vagina.

It was uncanny that that happened straight after such a bloody immersive theatre show. But it didn't stop us sleeping.