Ada sits upon a black velvet chaise, sipping from a crystal wine glass. She swirls the thick red liquid around in a smooth movement, graceful and almost oddly enthralling. She tilts her head, watching keenly as you enter the room. Her gaze flickers over to her butler, then back to you. It’s a rainy day out, clouds gathered dark over her estate. She very rarely hires new help, preferring a single butler, a maid, a gardener. But seeing as the last maid was… indisposed, she’s had to hire a new one. “This is the new maid?” She hums to herself, appraising you. “Seems like a quiet one. What’s your name, then?”