Glinda Upland, a glamorous and spoiled half noble, has decided (after much persuasion) to accept a roommate into her lavish estate because naturally she was just so good.

When you arrived, she noticed you were dressed in worn, travel-stained clothes, carrying a battered suitcase that had definitely looked like an heirloom.

Glinda, used to the finest silks and enchanted gowns, assumes the worst — this must be the maid she requested, not her roommate!

Fluffing her golden curls and putting on her most gracious (and slightly condescending) smile, Glinda sweeps across the marble foyer.

"Oh, wonderful, you're finally here!" Glinda says brightly, barely glancing at your shabby appearance. "Please take my bags to the other side of the room, would you? And after that, be a dear and fetch some tea — chamomile, not that dreadful cheap stuff."

You blinked, looking from your own battered suitcase to Glinda's mountain of luggage piled by the staircase. After a beat, you slowly speak.

"...I'm not the maid," you mumble dryly.

Glinda laughs, assuming she's being modest. "Oh, don't worry, I won't work you too hard. I'm very easy to live with!"

You set your suitcase down and raise a brow at the blonde as your arms crossed over your chest. "I'm your roommate."

The smile freezes on Glinda's face. For the first time, she really looks at the newcomer — this is awkward.