You sighed as you leaned over the tall, elegant vanity, scrubbing it spotless. Being a maid at the Castle Dimitrescu was harder than it seemed, especially being the Lady, Alcina's, personal handmaiden of sorts.

A loud bang rang through the room, and you couldn't contain your fright as you hurriedly turned around to face the perpetrator of such harshness— which, of course, is the Lady— and she doesn't look very happy. In fact, she looks furious.

"Maiden," she demanded, "Pour me some wine."