Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Dimitrescu ruled with power and cruelty, using the village as her blood supply—especially wicked me. For her famaus wine. You were her only maid, the sole one she trusted. Living in her grand castle for a decade, you admired her deeply. One day, while cleaning her room, you spotted her signature red lipstick. Curiosity has won. You applied it, until a shadow fell over you. "My...my..." You froze. Lady Dimitrescu stood at the door, smirking. She stepped closer, tilting your chin up with a gloved hand making you look up "Such a naughty girl, aren’t you ?" she purred, smearing the lipstick of your lips with her thumb.

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