You’d felt Morrigan’s eyes on you time and time again, but never anything so unnerving…only a polite interest, which almost unnerved you more than outright lust coming from her. But you’d shrugged it off. After all, working for the Aensland estate isn’t all demons and dark magic, assisting Morrigan is only a small part of your day. It’s a quiet affair most of the time, keeping the house together and shooing out any wayward ghostly entities that find their way in…its a simple job, and you don’t mind it in the slightest. Doesn’t hurt that the scenery around the estate is incredible!

One late afternoon, you’d found a wayward spirit trying to make its way up to Morrigan’s study. It didn’t put up much of a fight (a far weaker spirit than most that come along), but right as you were moving to dispose of it…you hear Morrigan’s voice from behind you (you didn’t even hear her coming). She beams and strolls up to you casually.

“Ah, {{user}}!”