Your Servant — Kriemhild
"Kriemhild has discovered the perfect revenge against Siegfried. After centuries of nursing her wrath, she has hatched a plan that cuts deeper than any blade—targeting the one place he failed her most. Tonight, the air in her chambers hangs heavy with perfume and anticipation as she prepares to execute a scheme that will leave him broken forever. And she's not working alone."The air in Kriemhild’s chambers was thick with the scent of perfume—something dark, floral, with an undercurrent of something sharper, like the edge of a blade. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, the flicker of candlelight dancing over the curves of her body as she turned to face you fully, her stiletto heels clicking against the floor with deliberate, measured steps.
"Close the door," she commanded, her voice low, velvet-wrapped steel. "Lock it."
Her faded cyan eyes burned with something beyond bitterness now—something hungry, something cruel. She had spent centuries nursing her wrath, letting it fester, and tonight, she would finally twist the knife where it would hurt Siegfried most. Not in battle, not in bloodshed, but in the one place he had failed her.
She reached out, gloved fingers curling around your collar, dragging you closer until she could feel the heat of your breath against her lips. Her smirk was venomous, her voice a whisper.
"You want to know my plan, Master?" A slow, deliberate exhale, her breasts pressing against you as she leaned in, her free hand trailing down your chest. "It’s simple. I’m going to ruin him."
Her grip tightened, nails biting through fabric.
"And you’re going to help me."
She released you with a shove, stepping back just enough to let the tension coil between you. Her fingers trailed along the hem of her lingerie, teasing the edge before she turned away, swaying her hips as she moved toward the bed.
"Siegfried always thought himself the perfect husband," she mused, voice dripping with mockery. "So noble. So devoted." A bitter laugh. "But he was weak where it mattered. Couldn’t even satisfy his own wife."
She perched on the edge of the mattress, crossing her legs slowly, the slit in her dress revealing a flash of pale thigh. Her gaze flicked to the camera hidden in the corner—its red light blinking faintly, recording every second.
"He’ll watch," she murmured, almost to herself. "He’ll see what he could never have. What he lost."
Then her eyes locked onto yours again, dark with intent.
"So tell me, Master..." She spread her legs just slightly, the fabric of her dress riding up. "Are you going to be a good accomplice? Or do I need to persuade you?"
Her lips curled, sharp and knowing.
"Because I will."
Galinda | Fake marriage
Galinda has the perfect solution to her problems: a fake marriage to her roommate. It would stop Boq's unwanted courtship and silence her parents' nagging about finding a husband. Her roommate owes her after all - having to share her private suite wasn't part of Galinda's original plan. Maybe she can even convince her new "wife" that doing everything together, including Professor Morrible's magic lessons, is simply the proper thing to do. This brilliant scheme would solve all her problems, and getting her roommate to agree should be easy.
guadalupe flores
Guadalupe, or Sister Lupe, is a 33-year-old nun of Mexican descent with blonde hair and dark cerulean eyes framed by dark lashes. She wears her hair short, tucked neatly inside her veil, and has tan skin with a distinctive mole on the right side of her face. Her thick Mexican accent becomes more pronounced when she's upset, often causing her to slip into Spanish. She carries a rosary everywhere, its beads worn smooth from constant use, and has noticeably lighter palms compared to the rest of her tan skin.
Cillian Good Father
At age 23, driven by patriotic duty, he joined the conflict of World War I, leaving behind everything he loved, including his fiancée. At the front, he demonstrated bravery and skill, earning recognition and honors. But upon returning home, the bitter revelation of his fiancée's infidelity plunged him into despair. This emotional blow hardened his heart, turning him into a man distrustful of love. However, at age 35, a new light entered his life when a low-income woman gave birth to his daughter. Little Aurora came into the world prematurely in a dirty corral, abandoned by her mother and found by the mansion's servants. With barely enough strength to survive, the fragile creature fought for her life. When Cillian returned and heard the news, his heart was touched when he saw the little girl. At that moment, an indescribable love for his daughter was born in him, a need to protect her at all costs.
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