Seeking RPers & Inspiration 2015

The mansion gates parted, appearing long open within the eyeshot of the young woman. The gate's wrought iron bars looked perfectly normal, not blackened bones of creatures past of not this world. As she walked across the perfectly ordinary gravel path to the manor, she did not notice the nearly ground bits of marrow mixed within the minute stones, long taken and crushed from cemetery graves. The bushes and hedges looked perfectly green, a little too saturatedly so, and weren't just slightly moving gigantic white thorns when seen through the corner of one's eyes. As she walked, the sky dimmed, a moody cloudy grey, not a sudden purple and white when she blinked. The windy air was just a bit humid, carrying whispers and laughter unreminscent of a child's. Birds did not sing, and insects did not buzz, though curious singing and noisesome sounds did oddly echo unless listened for. The entrance of the mansion were columns, great risers pushing the roof against the sky. Two stories of curtain-shut windows balefully looked down, straining to look at the new guest or intruder to its domicile. Above the door, a hanging line sliced above her, slowly moving still under the light wind when looked at.

Ding dong, she pressed the bell. Ding... tzzt.

The hanging light creaked sullenly, as it appeared just lower than it seemed to have been hanging when she approached the entrance. The wind blew quietly, and the door finally opened, silently. The great foyer lifted up, a wide darkness splatteringly lit by the flickering, sputtering, chandelier. Candlelabras lined the columns within the room, illuminating the stone and marble walls, as well as the red blood of the carpet. Lit at the far end of the room was a portrait of Mari, the succubus in the white summer dress. Her details were quite clear, even at this distance. Outlined between the picture and the entrance, was a woman. Upon closer inspection, she held a candlelabra, small flames flickering.

"I'm sorry about the lights," she said. A wry smile just shown as the candlelabra flickered. An unusually audible click was heard, the lights turned on, and the room was perfectly normal. In her hand, she held a nondescript clicker. "Damned electricity," she said, perhaps ironically. "Not used to it here."

"Anyway," she changed the subject, "I am the housekeeper, Scylla. I report to Mari, and run this home. Mari has instructed myself and the other servants to address you and receive you as is appropriate. I hope you will adjust yourself quickly. Your attendees have taken your baggage and will leave them in the room. Follow me to the veranda in the backyard." She again made an audible click, plunging the room into black darkness. Were the young woman to look closely, the housekeeper's feet did not move almost right underneath her long maid's uniform. Sometimes, while walking forward, the heels of both feet would appear under her skirt. Other times, things flowed underneath her dress not quite right.

The door to the veranda opened, cascading light into the foyer. Beyond the door, a beautiful English landscape, befit of flowers, could be seen. There was indeed colors, but none quite distinguishable, and none lacking the ambulation that flowers had. "Take a seat," Scylla said. She poured into teacups the steaming hot tea, an odd scent, an addicting scent, that wafted towards the young woman's nostrils. "We produce it here," the wry smile appearing again, in plain view of the young woman.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself, and what attracts you to Mari?" the housecleaner said, leaning just a little forward with her hands folded under her chin. The housecleaner's eyes were a black ink. She smiled, just a little more honestly, with what was not a piercing gaze. On the floor her not-foot slid across the floor, under the table, slowly curling around the young woman's foot, then a little higher.

"You do underestand, we have much to offer, but request in same in return." What it was underneath the table slowly slid up the calf of her leg, leaving warm loving puckered kisses. "Do you enjoy the taste of the tea? Do you enjoy its essence?" A small pressure of a tip insisted upon the young woman's thigh. "I hope it will enhance the pleasure you will have here in the mansion."

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