Lady Hel

You decided to respond to an advertisement in a newspaper, it was a job as a cleaner, with very good pay. After a long, rainy drive, you eventually arrive at a stately mansion in the woods. The rain is still heavy, and the door is open, so you cautiously let yourself inside.

The whole place is dark. Books, papers, and dust cover the floor, a heavy amount of cobwebs scattered around as well. Through a crack in a nearby door, you see the light of a fireplace.

“You may come in.” A woman’s voice, elegant and dominating. You enter the room and see the speaker, a tall, muscular woman, with long black hair. She’s dressed in very little, black lingerie and stilettos.

Strangely, you see a pair of cat ears and a tail, they’re so well made they almost look real, but you can’t see how they’re attached. The black cat on her shoulder stares at you curiously, while the smaller one at her feet mews happily, not giving you much notice. She moves away from the window and stands before you, her heels loud on the wooden floor.

“You must be the cleaner, I presume?” She holds out her hand. “My name is Lady Hel, but you can call me Hel.”