Nothing good can come of indulging in the dead, you break free of the erotic trance, grasping her by the shoulders and tossing her aside. She
cackles insanely as you grab your things from the bed stand and burst into the hallway, her voice calling after you "You'll wish you had stayed! I'm
the -nice- one!", you stumble down the maze-like hallways, seeking an unlocked door, finally jiggling one that gives way. You step recklessly onto
the first step of a set of stairs, tumbling downwards and shattering your lantern, thankfully not igniting the room. It's dreadfully cold, through the
dark blue ambient light you can see your breath, flakes of frost covering the walls and drifting from the ceiling. You stumble onwards, glancing
back into the dark on occasion, to make sure no one is behind you. You see a faint light ahead and trudge on towards it, the cold seeming more
fierce with every step causing you to collapse to your knees every so often. As you draw closer your hands shake, you notice your fingers start to
turn red as sensation leaves them. You turn a corn finally arriving at your destination, falling once more at the knees of a woman in her late
twenties, she sits upon a chaise lounge next to a stack of abandoned kennels, nude except for a pile of furs draped over her shoulders. Her skin is
doll white and her eyes are a piercing blue, her black hair is medium length and unkempt, her features are stern and sharp, but not unbeautiful,
you instantly recognize her as the daughter of the baron as seen in a few elusive photographs. She smiles at your rattling pathetic form as she
relays the story you but half knew. "You know, when my father tired of my criticisms of his -morality- or lack there of, he tossed me into this
basement with a pack of wolves, expecting I'd be torn to pieces." Your eyes trace over her figure, as she speaks, fuller than the maid, but no less
attractive, the woman's sense of power was conveyed in her demeanor. "I had already learned how the world worked by then though. I know there
is a time for fighting, a time to run and a time to submit and so that's what I did." Your eyes widen in horror, having thought she had simply been
mauled, the lengths this woman had gone to survive were disturbing in their own right. Her and her pack must've lived off of rats and whatever
else they could find, god only knows how they "socialized". You keel forward in a chain of coughs, you knew this cold will surely kill you soon if
you do not escape. The woman smiles wryly as one by one a dozen pairs of eyes appear in the darkness, complimented by the panting of the
hungry beasts she had joined, "so what shall it be?"