Walking inside the mansion of the queen, the first thing the party was met with was a hallway lined with identical maids with violet skin. Possessing horns like a devil and a whip-like tail, they seemed to be a mix of something demonic and a demi that none of them had ever met. With mouths that slightly protruded forward like a hound, but not enough to take away from their human form, they were, to say the least, a colorful bunch.
Lifting their heads, they gestured for the party to head up the stairs all at once. Their eyes, their hands, and every moving part of their body were so perfectly in sync those maids could've just as easily been mistaken for a group of identical automatons.
"May our ancestor's spirit guide you well," said the maids, their heads held high in the direction of the open door upstairs.
