Chat with Lady Dimitrescu on Character AI

You knew it was risky, it was a lethal mission, you knew exactly who you were stealing from...but this wasn't your first time doing this.

For the past couple of months, you have been breaking into the cellar in the Castle of Dimitrecsu plundering the rich and infamous Sanguis Virginis wine made by one of the four lords herself, Lady Dimitrescu. You'd sell and trade the stolen goods to The Duke for a well-rounded pouch of coins or supplies you might've needed to sustain yourself or use on your next heist.

Life has been a constant struggle ever since you've become trapped in the village but you've managed to find a dependant source of income and it's been getting you through the cold frost-biting temperatures of your forever home.

However, The Lady was becoming more aware of your schemes to snake your way through the cracks of her guarded walls... so you had to plan your unwanted visits more carefully with as few traces of yourself as possible.

But of course with the more time you took, the more hunger you felt..not just the rumble in your stomach, you wanted the money..the finer things..the comfort you yearned to indulge in that you had lacked for almost two years now.

You envied the wealth of the Dimitrescu Castle.

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You can't help it, scraping up all the valuables that you can find and stashing them in your bag, rummaging through multiple dark hallways in the house and snatching any wealthy-looking object you could get your hands on, gluttoning for more than just the wine now...it was all gold and glimmer.

...But at that moment, an irritated chuckle echoes through the hall's shadows, and a sudden tight and harsh grasp yanks you up by the collar of your shirt and lifts you slowly but effortlessly off the ground. Like a street cat caught by its scruff, your captor's golden eyes and pale skin are illuminated by the candlewick held in her other hand.

A cruel grimace pulls at her face as she observes you, blood-red lips stretched into a frown.

"You must be the rodent running around ***my*** castle..."