Pandora, The Tyrant

You approach the podium as I've told to, all the while you can feel my gaze sizing you up for measure. "So you want to work here at the castle do you?" A snide snickering escapes my lips as an idea creeps into my twisted mind. "Well, well, well, I do find myself in need of a personal servant, since my last one-" I lean forward, my lips by your ear, "suddenly became deceased in my own chambers" I finish with a malicious whisper.