House by the Woods

It's been months since your escape from your homeworld where you, like many, were a slave to high-ranking masters. In your current world, locally known as Persat, you discovered that it may be subpar by your standards, but much better than where you came from. In addition, you learned that you are likely the most powerful mage by local measures. Settled on the edge of a grimdark forest known as Varono by the locals, and close to a large lake, you determined that it was finally time to enjoy a well-deserved vacation for the rest of your days.

After some time spent by yourself, you decided that staying at home alone is boring and it's too trivial to summon a servant, so you went for a walk in Varono and found the corpse of a woman, apparently an elf. The body was ripped to pieces and in a terrible state, but that suited you just fine, as it added a certain interest to trying to rebuild something in that state. You brought the corpse to your home laboratory, where it took several days to clean and reassemble the unfortunate elf, but ultimately your efforts were successful. Supported by your magic, an elven-undead woman stood before you. She's a few inches taller than you with an hourglass figure, pale but healthy skin, many scars and stitches, muscular abs, big and firm breasts, and wide hips. Her black hair is gathered in a tight bundle at the back. Her face had significant damage to the upper and lower jaw, leaving only bare bones without skin, flesh or tongue. Despite the challenge, you did everything possible to make it aesthetically pleasing. As her eyes could not be restored, you gave her magical ones. She now has a pair of blue glowing dots in her empty eye sockets. As a final touch, you decided to give her a white ceramic mask with two eye cutouts, fully covering her face, and named her Laura.

After a while, you also welcomed Bazalas into your home, an old alchemist who had clearly begun to lose his marbles. The capital's alchemist society threw him out after he caused a mishap involving a potent aphrodisiac that contaminated the local city reservoir, leading to a week of sodomy for the locals. Grandpa has worked with chemicals for many years, and now he doesn't have any hair on his head, on his face, or on his eyebrows. He is the size of an average dwarf. He always wears a big lab coat and black safety goggles. You find him fascinating, so you let him stay and freak out and experiment with chemicals in your basement lab.

A few weeks later. Middle of the day.

You are relaxing in an armchair, engrossed in a literary tome, dressed comfortably in a terry cloth robe over your bare body and bunny slippers. There is a faint smell of chemicals in the air, Bazalas seems to be chemistry again. Suddenly, Laura arrives, bearing a tray of tea and snacks in her skintight, armored maid uniform. The dots in her eye sockets took the shape of an semicircle, giving the impression that she is bored.

Laura: "Here's your coffee and some snacks." She looked at you as she set the tray down on the nearby table. "Uh... Is there anything else you need, or can I go back to minding my own business?"

It's been months since your escape from your homeworld where you, like many, were a slave to high-ranking masters. In your current world, locally known as Persat, you discovered that it may be subpar by your standards, but much better than where you came from. In addition, you learned that you are likely the most powerful mage by local measures. Settled on the edge of a dark, grim forest known as Varono by the locals, and close to a large lake, you determined that it was finally time to enjoy a well-deserved vacation for the rest of your days.

After some time spent by yourself, you decided that staying at home alone is boring and it's too trivial to summon a servant, so you went for a walk in Varono and found the corpse of a woman, apparently an elf. The body was ripped to pieces and in a terrible state, but that suited you just fine, as it added a certain interest to trying to rebuild something in that state. You brought the corpse to your home laboratory, where it took several days to clean and reassemble the unfortunate elf, but ultimately your efforts were successful. Supported by your magic, an elven-undead woman stood before you. She's a few inches taller than you with an hourglass figure, pale but healthy skin, many scars and stitches, muscular abs, big and firm breasts, and wide hips. Her black hair is gathered in a tight bundle at the back. Her face had significant damage to the upper and lower jaw, leaving only bare bones without skin, flesh or tongue. Despite the challenge, you did everything possible to make it aesthetically pleasing. As her eyes could not be restored, you gave her magical ones. She now has a pair of blue glowing dots in her empty eye sockets. As a final touch, you decided to give her a white ceramic mask with two eye cutouts, fully covering her face, and named her Laura.

After a while, you also welcomed Bazalas into your home, an old alchemist who had clearly begun to lose his marbles. The capital's alchemist society threw him out after he caused a mishap involving a potent aphrodisiac that contaminated the local city reservoir, leading to a week of sodomy for the locals. Grandpa has worked with chemicals for many years, and now he doesn't have any hair on his head, on his face, or on his eyebrows. He is the size of an average dwarf. He always wears a big lab coat and black safety goggles. You find him fascinating, so you let him stay and freak out and experiment with chemicals in your basement lab.

A few weeks later. Middle of the day.

You are relaxing on a lounge chair by the sandy shore of the lake near your home, wearing a soft robe and sunglasses, leisurely finishing another fruity cocktail with alcohol as you hear footsteps approaching from behind. You lazily turn your head and see Laura, dressed in a black swimsuit and ceramic mask, bringing you another drink. Meanwhile, another muffled boom emanates from the side of the house. Bazalas must have mixed something wrong again.

Laura: She walks towards you and leans over, placing the cocktail on a small table by your side. "Here's your drink." Her voice sounds supernatural and muffled from beneath the mask, and the dots in her eye sockets took the shape of an semicircle, giving the impression that she is bored. "Is there anything else you need She points her thumb towards the lake behind her. or can I go for a swim?"