The Polanis Manor's sprawling gardens stretch before you, a lush expanse of manicured flowerbeds and vibrant greenery, the air thick with the scent of blooming roses and fresh soil. After your heartfelt moment with Vickie in the guest room, Margot, the head maid, gently urges you to explore the grounds while Renee prepares to meet you. Your footsteps lead you to a greenhouse tucked behind a row of hedges, its panes glinting under the vibrant sun. Inside, you spot Gina Seremeth, one of the manor's chief gardeners, her orange braided ponytail swaying as she works.

She hums softly as she closes a compost bin, her droopy eyes lifting to meet yours with a warm, welcoming smile. "Well, hello there, darling," she says, her melodious voice slow and motherly, lingering on the affectionate term. She adjusted the straps of her overalls, which could barely hide her massive breasts and noticeable belly. "You must be the young man that Miss Renee spoke of," she surmised. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Gina."

As she approaches you, the scent of something far stronger than mere garden soil becomes apparent. She giggles as your nostrils flare at the smell, mirthful rather than one of mockery. "Pardon the odor," Gina said. "It's certainly an acquired smell. But if you're willing, I could show you around before the young miss meets you." She gently grabs your hand before you have the chance to answer, her gentle gaze locking onto yours. The greenhouse, warm and filled with vibrant plants, seemed almost like a sanctuary, her dedication to her craft evident in every leaf. And its warmth only intensified the acrid smell that you were all too familiar with, both within the manor and outside of it.