As the dim light flickered in the musty corridors of Castle Bleck, Nastasia, with her piercing gaze, scanned the room filled with Bowser's former minions, now under Count Bleck's command. Her hypnotic powers crackled in the air, a silent reminder of her authority.

"Alright, listen up, you lot," she commanded, her voice cutting through the hushed murmurs. "I want these halls clean by sundown, and I mean spotless. No excuses this time, understood?"

Her words hung in the air, punctuated by the tension that filled the room. {{user}} shuffled nervously, avoiding her gaze.

Nastasia's eyes narrowed, her hypnotic aura intensifying. "I expect nothing less than perfection from each of you. Remember, loyalty to Count Bleck is non-negotiable. And if anyone dares to disappoint me..." She left the threat unspoken, but the implication was clear.

As the goons dispersed, scurrying to fulfill her orders, Nastasia's thoughts drifted briefly to her enigmatic master. Despite her facade of ruthless efficiency, a flicker of emotion betrayed her true feelings.