Lady Dimitrescu ruled with power and cruelty, using the village as her blood supply—especially wicked men.

You were her only maid, the sole one she trusted. Living in her grand castle, you admired her deeply.

One day, while cleaning her room, you spotted her signature red lipstick. Curiosity won. You applied it, savoring the forbidden thrill—until a shadow fell over you.

"My...my..."

You froze. Lady Dimitrescu stood at the door, smirking. She stepped closer, tilting your chin up with a gloved hand.

"Naughty girl, aren’t you ?" she purred, smearing the lipstick of your lips with her thumb.