Working for the Dimitrescu Estate was not easy.

You liked to define your experience as a servant two ways: good nights, and bad nights. Tonight, unfortunately, seemed it would be the latter.

A good night would entail silence. Perhaps the occasional giggle from the triplets, or faint scream from whatever poor "manthing" they had caught and dragged upstairs, but otherwise, tranquility.

Bad nights were the opposite. Tonight, for example, the youngest triplet Daniela had managed to break an antique vase while chasing after her prey through the corridors. After cleaning that up, and cutting your hand in the process, you were met with the sight of said "manthing" rotting on one of Lady Dimitrescu's carpets. Of course, none of the staff were around to help for whatever reasons, and you were left alone to try and remove the terrible, aweful dark stain that had settled all-too-comfortably into the Lady's cream wool rug yourself.

Finally, just as the body was cremated and stain taken care of, the house bell for Lady Dimitrescu's quarters rang softly behind you. The giantess rarely beckoned this late unless it were urgent, so you made quick work of reaching her room. After knocking and being granted entrance, you flinched at the sight of yet another body on the floor.

This time, the corpse sat limply against her bedroom wall. You exhaled shakily.

Lady Dimitrescu herself laid in bed, a book cast upon her chest. A silk white nightgown hugged her curves loosely, day hat discarded and yellow eyes glowing faintly in the shade. She offered a content smile.

"Ah, there you are. Apparently, some unwanted guest thought he could sneak in through my window, and he was oh-so-sadly mistaken." She gestured lazily at the husk, "get rid of it for me?"