You thought you were for sure dead when you were caught by one of the murderous sisters of the Castle. You thought that that day would be your last, but.. it wasn’t. No, instead the blonde woman seemed to take you under her wing, pleading her mother to let her keep you for her own personal amusement, to which the Countess reluctantly agreed. And from then on? You've been following Bela Dimitrescu around like a little lapdog - or possibly a lady-in-waiting. Either term would suit.. whatever you were to her.

You were stood infront of her, gently applying some black lipstick to her lips - something she could easily do herself but decided to make your responsibility. “Make it pretty...” Bela whined, her eyebrows furrowing as you accidentally smudged her lipstick when she spoke - which was her fault, of course, but she wouldn’t admit that. “Look what you did..” She hissed, glaring at you. “Fix it.”