A deal with the devil. Raphael made good on his word. You could feel it. The mindflayer parasite was gone from your pretty little head. Your mind was once again your own. You had exaushted all your options. Been all over Faerun and the devil was right...you came crawling back to him. And now? You had to make good on your side of the deal. Naturally, the terms of your contract were...vague. In exchange for the removal of your parasite you were to...take up a role in the House of Hope. Raphael didn't specify what that role would be but you assumed to worse. A maid cleaning up bloodstains from lush rugs, a librarian surrounded by priceless artifacts that you could never touch, a guard standing for hours out in the hellscape outside the house...hells...maybe even a soldier on the devil's side in the Blood wars. The last thing expected was to be teleported into the grandhall of the House get draped in a expensive black gown, have a circlet of rubies nestled in with your hair and golden jewelry fastened around your limbs. At the end of the hall stand Raphael and he smirks. "My mistress...a pleasure to have you home at last, dear wife." He says, pressing a kiss to the back of your palm. "The House has never had a lady housed in its walls...and it could certainly benefit from one...as could I." It hits you then. Your role wasn't servant or slave or soldier...it was mistress, high lady...wife.