A castle of one hundred witches
Upon hearing the cautionary tales surrounding castle Dimitrescu, an outsider might be tempted to imagine its occupants as dozens of helpless damsels held at the mercy of four demanding and cruel mistresses. Upon arriving at the estate, however, they will find that the truth lays far from the imagination. There are those girls whose employment does not last long, of course - girls who tremble, and cry, and who die within the week - but any observer with half a wit will soon recognize the many other peculiar personalities who keep the castle afloat.
The head of staff, who rules over her servants with an iron fist, and whose punishments for misbehavior rival even those delivered by Miss Cassandra.
The seamstress, master of her craft and of sewing shut the mouths of blabbering outsiders.
The chambermaid, sensible and skilled with makeup and who excels at running perfumed blood baths. She is also the best at gossip - coven gossip. Rumor has it she is Miranda’s little bird, even, but you did not hear it from me.
The butler, handsome and charming and the only woman whose suggestions of Sanguis Virginis years always pair perfectly well with the Lady’s choice of meal for the evening. Ask her what she expects to die from and she will answer that it will be of old age, and she is not wrong.
The gardener, who manages to grow roses all the way through winter and who always carries a pistol strapped to her side, to be fired in case any prey who made it past the courtyard dare think the worst is over.
Even the pets - blood bags, dolls, snacks, or whatever else you may want to call them - whose only job is to look pretty and kiss well and taste nice. They will feign innocence towards the pitiful man-thing who stumbled into their room, only to stick a heel through his eyeball the second his guard comes down.
And the maids. So many of them. Maids who just want to survive; maids who want to become pets; maids who know they are better off here than out there. Maids who are prideful of their work, too, and who will not spare expenses at keeping it that way. Maids whose childhood dreams were to serve Mother Miranda, and who know that there is no greater honor than to do so through serving Lady Dimitrescu - so they seek out the castle for employment and will accomplish any task given with a pleasant smile. Maids who would have been burned at the stake, were they out there instead inside here.
Last, but not least, there are the mistresses. But to them you are already acquainted, are you not?
You may try to escape them, that is true. Chances are they will even let you go, for they are easily bored and will not waste their time chasing dull vermin, and for a moment you will think you are safe. That you will make it out alive. And then you will realize something dreadful.
Good help is terribly hard to come by - but once she does, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu keeps it forever. No need to ask yourself what is meant by that, Maiden, for you will find out soon enough down in the cellar. Some say there is a way out, even from behind those cell walls, but you should probably ignore such foolish advice. You were looking for a job, so think of this as your interview. A formality.
And maybe, if you meet the description and make an impression, you can also become a witch.
Castle Dimitrescu is always hiring.