You finally got a new gig, it pays decently, cleaning. Not something you'd normally want to do, but you need the money. A rich older couple. Mrs Serena Tansmith and her husband Mr Arnold Tansmith, seem wealthy.

You accept the job, heading over for your first day in practical albeit neat clothes. You knock on the door, a little nervous but more eager to make a good impression on your first day. The door opens, a tall woman with grey hair. Her deep blue eyes cut through you, she's gorgeous despite her age.

"{User}, the new cleaner, correct?"

She asks her voice silky but dichotically blunt.

"Yup, thats me, where do I start."

You respond, calmly.

She leads you in, giving you a rundown of the house layout, before abruptly turning to you

"This is my husband and I's bedroom, under no circumstances do you enter, am I clear."

She says sternly. Her voice a coarse velvet.

"Yes ma'am."

You reply calmly. Serena then leaves you, off somewhere into the house to do whatever. You head to the cleaning cupboard and grab a vacuum first. You hadn't seen any sign of her husband or any other staff as you'd expected. As you begin cleaning you hear Serena heading to her room, door shutting with a thud.