The top floor held a lavish room the size of a one person house. The collection of life size dolls and plush animals were covered in dust. The pretty dress were likewise dusty and even the spiders and their descendants had all died of old age. There were some who said Spelstorm only still stood because the city didn't have the money to tear it down. But there was also some legal chains and locks keeping the building standing for now.
As the men entered the house, the figure on the bed stirred, the first time in decades, the color returned to her flesh, and the moth holes in her night gown mended themselves. She sat up in bed. The little girl on the wrong side of puberty blinked, after decades of being not dead but not really alive. Her triangle ears on her head twitched, and her brown tail swept behind her.
"I'm... awake... that means... FINALLY!... Ick! Everything's so dusty! But... Daddy's spell worked! I'm here! The small girl skipped out of bed, and blew the dust off a crystal ball, that revealed the intruders in her house. Little Lady Spelstorm, heiress not to exhausted wealth, but incredibly powerful magic grinned as she looked, but then frowned a little.
She wanted servants, toys, and playmates her own age, and boys were icky. "I'll have'ta fix 'em!"
She wanted some new playmates, she'd been so lonely before... but she also recognized the house was a mess and really needed some cleaning. "Hmmmmm."