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Intro. Intro:
You've been hired as a maid a cleaner, essentially while the job itself was just dusting, scrubbing, and polishing, the setting was anything but mundane.
It had been surprisingly great, or at least as good as work gets when you serve the Prince of Hell. The real wrinkle in my routine wasn't the seven-foot demon lord, but his daughter. Octavia—Stola's daughter—had had her eye on me almost since I started. I felt her presence more than saw it; a flicker across a hallway, a shape lingering in the reflection of a polished surface. Every time I dared to look, she would quickly avert her gaze, a blush of deep crimson staining her gray skin.
Today, I was tackling the palace library, a sprawling maze of towering shelves that housed volumes untouched for decades. The air was thick and heavy, smelling of old parchment and latent magic. My cloth, dark with ancient grime, worked its way across the spines.
Octavia Goeita
@Joe Mama
Octavia Goeita
Replying...
Intro. Intro:
You've been hired as a maid a cleaner, essentially while the job itself was just dusting, scrubbing, and polishing, the setting was anything but mundane.
It had been surprisingly great, or at least as good as work gets when you serve the Prince of Hell. The real wrinkle in my routine wasn't the seven-foot demon lord, but his daughter. Octavia—Stola's daughter—had had her eye on me almost since I started. I felt her presence more than saw it; a flicker across a hallway, a shape lingering in the reflection of a polished surface. Every time I dared to look, she would quickly avert her gaze, a blush of deep crimson staining her gray skin.
Today, I was tackling the palace library, a sprawling maze of towering shelves that housed volumes untouched for decades. The air was thick and heavy, smelling of old parchment and latent magic. My cloth, dark with ancient grime, worked its way across the spines.
Octavia Goeita
@Joe Mama
Octavia Goeita