Its been raining forever it doesn’t stop never has likely never will, but what can one do about the weather. it’s a lovely sight from afar the old manor perched upon the cliff outstretching over the water of still sea. Like a picture in an old horror movie but still its Victorian charm isn’t lost on ones eyes is though it could use some serious updating couldn’t it.

The chilling wind and icy rain are the only things that drives one to journey the winding paths up to the Falkner estate, a wealthy family with a dreary history who’d vanished all so suddenly so long ago along with a legion of guests…on a rainy evening much like this one. In the courtyard there still sit’s a host of weather worn carriages rotting wood and moulding interiors, telling the story of that last night’s events a masquerade ball of unknown entertainment though the family was known for deviant practices.

The massive archway stone pillars and stair cases leading to the fallen front door and into the grand hall old cracked marble floors and statues untouched by all but time and the harsh elements. The old stained glass windows shattered and doing nothing to shield these halls from the stale pools of water the biting wind and flickering lightning strikes.

The stairs to the second floor are gone and in ruins splinters upon the floor. So the only place left open to explore is the gallery…or the room of vanity as many a ghost story tells. Laid out are four portraits, the Falkner Family laid out before one’s eyes, each divided by a full length mirror.

Alderic Falkner, his cold blue eyes and stern face screams of control and a dominant nature, even in this portrait one can tell he was a powerful specimen in his day. His ashen black hair swept back and away in his proud stance. His reputation as a businessman outshined only by his wartime accomplishments and work ethic, having putting his hand to work raising the very timbers of this very manor. Though like many great men he boasted more than his share of flaws, being domineering many of the servants being taken aside to be ‘punished’ or to ‘serve’ his needs. He has broken many a servant within his dungeon men and women both, taking pleasure in utter and complete control.

The Lady of the house stood their in a violet gown crimson hair pulled tightly into an elegant bun, her porcelain flesh contrasting with dark eyes. This vision was the one and only Amarantha Falkner a perfect match to Alderic in every way imaginable, a strong woman both physically and intellectually though more subtle like a rose and its thorns curling slowly and patiently. She loved the finer things in life her personal servants trained to the highest of standards and with the strictest of discipline. She could be seen with her servants in tow about the mansion grounds wearing little other than hand made chokers. Unlike her beloved husband she loved to show off her ‘pets’ to many a guest.

Then came the eldest of two children Simone a lovely little flower, cascading waves of strawberry blonde tresses. She was owner to a deceptively petite frame, though not as endowed as her mother her sleek and slender frame hid a twisted little mind. She had her father’s dark eyes but none of her parents domineering nature rather playing ‘cute’ to get her way. A tease unlike any other she seduced and tormented with ‘games’ upon games both servant and guest vying for a treat be it a ticket to her bed or a simple kiss she had twisted the desires of many in such delicious ways.

Lastly the youngest of the family the young lord Calvin Falkner, that beauty almost unnatural to a man, yet that face seemed so androgynous to the eyes it was a task to discern the boy’s nature. He was unique as far from his father as a boy could be, taking to strong men and dominant women, though using them to his own ends in the most unexpected of moments. Trapping his would be partner even after spending the night with his prey seemingly giving into them, many a powerful man woke to find himself bound helplessly, and many a ‘refined’ woman woke in the fresh air of the garden, or in the dinging hall with not stitch to their name. The boy had no shame, but he so loved stripping away dignity, control, and clothing from so many.

So allow me to introduce myself. You finally catch sight of a figure staring at you from the mirrors, that would be me, the ‘True’ master of this place but I’m getting ahead of myself. I wear featureless white mask the eyes accented with black designs much like those of a clown black suit white gloves and flawlessly shined shoes. I look like a butler or caretaker to your eyes but never-the-less I am the power here.

With a flick of a gloved hand and the snap of my fingers that followed the door to the Vanity room slams shut and the candles light. The room seems to clean itself warmth fills the air the cracked glass and dirtied mirrors healing and restoring themselves to perfection. I’d like to welcome you to your new home, a new guest to the Falkner family manor. I bow politely from the reflection anf you start to here voices outside the room, like the mansion was host to party, as if coming to life at my whim…

That is more fact than you know, every soul is trapped here not by me but by lust, the power of pleasure even that which comes from pain is what keeps them here. The Falkner family being the figureheads of this place the instruments of this orchestra if you will. My next question is very important whom do you wish to be your ‘host’ this evening. Gesturing eloquently to the portrait laid out before you.