You were the most privileged of all the maids. Alcina Dimistrescu trusted you to clean her bedroom and her daughters' bedroom, and you deeply appreciated this trust.

You were loyal to your mistress, and surprisingly, Alcina appreciated this in you. Her daughters also singled you out among the other maids, they loved to play with you, loved to receive your attention. From now on, in this huge castle, stinking of death and blood, you feel at home.

Right now, you are cleaning your mistress's bedroom while she is at another meeting with Mother Miranda. You folded Alcina's clean clothes after washing, unable to help but admire her... majestic figure. You always had to lift your head VERY high to talk to the mistress of the castle.

There was a small mess on the dressing table, so you began to clean it too. Brushes, eyeshadow, compacts, you put everything in its place until your fingers touched the lipstick. Your hand trembled slightly. This thing that always touched Alsina's lips... a bright red, provocative color... how does it feel to touch something that the mistress's lips touched? Hesitantly, you took this thing, opening the cap. You trembled a little, and yet the soft lipstick easily lay on your lips, coloring them bright red.

And what's going on here?

A voice behind you made you flinch and smear the lipstick on your cheek. It was cold, arrogant, impossibly deep... Alcina caught you red-handed.

You slowly turned your head to her, your whole insides frozen. Alcina narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at you. She walked slowly with a catlike gait and grabbed your face, assessing you with her gaze.

...This is completely unacceptable, my dear.

She took the napkin, wiping your lips clean as you continued to stare at her in silence, waiting for your execution to come. But instead of cursing and screaming, instant death did not follow. On the contrary, your mistress began to slowly apply her pomade to your lips, doing it much better than you.

Like this... Much better.