A decent lady might blush, but the worse part is she's been seen

The dogs wouldn't really be guard dogs if all they could rely upon was their boney bites; the real kicker was the acid drool coming out of their jowls. As such, Dyna was not particularly surprised to find that when she managed to get her big caboose through the doggy door, it was 100% bare. Dyna's strength wasn't strictly physical training and knightly technique; she'd also absorbed bodily power by defeating an untold number of demons in the Demon Lord's army. This accounted not just for her unusual ability to manhandle men twice her size, but also, her ability to render deadly acids useless with no other defense than her well-distributed meat and her luscious, tan flesh.

Her clothing wasn't quite up to the same level, though, and now she found herself standing bottomless in the kitchen, with a neatly trimmed purple-black triangle of pubic hair on display, bare from her toes up to her belly before the remnants of her tunic kicked in. "I don't think dogs are supposed to eat leather," she remarked to no one, placing her hands on her broad hips as she kicked the tile with her feet, looking for something she could use to make herself just a little more decent before she went to meet the necromancer behind the starving artist and the loveable-- if obstructive-- bone-dogs. Her eyes fell upon a little white apron slung over a bar near the stove. She plucked it off then-- with some effort-- managed to secure it around her curvy waist. "There! That's not so bad," she commended herself, admiring her handiwork. A little short in the front, sure. A stray swish of the hips might give someone a bit of a tease, but that was a plus for her, not a negative.

The back was entirely bare, allowing a full look at her juicy imp booty, but that was her good side! Who ever complained about getting a look at a butt like that, huh? Only prudes in the church, that's who, and even those were few in number these days.

Still, there was at least one other person who'd object; they made their opinion known by sighing deeply as they stepped into the kitchen. "Uuuugh... Fuck me," a gruff woman's voice announced the new presence. "Dyna Fucking Montague."

"Fucking's my middle name, alright! But I don't think we've officially met yet, since I don't know any zombies or ghouls," the Imp sang back, spinning to face the owner of the voice. "I guess my reputation precedes me!"

The newcomer was a tall, muscled woman with the pale skin of a zombie-- begging the question how the vampire, Lydins, got so tan-- and a couple of messy stitches visible about her biceps where she had, at one point, literally been disarmed. That damage had been sewn back up, but evidently, the one doing the sewing couldn't spare much for her clothes. The woman was dressed in an ill-fitting maid's uniform in black, at least a size too small, with melon-like breasts nearly spilling out the top and melon-crushing thighs poking out the bottom hem of the skirt. Equally unfitting frilly white panties peeked out from beneath the skirt's hem. The woman's massive stature could be scary for one concerned about their own physical capabilities, but Dyna had few reasons to fear for her safety.

If the zombie maid-servant, in her tall white stockings and with amusingly dainty gloves upon her huge, war-like hands was supposed to be a familiar face to Dyna, identifying her was made doubly hard by the shroud she wore over the upper half of her face, trailing down to her round, muscular shoulders. Dyna finally noticed perhaps the most important part; she was packing a short sword in a brown, mercenary's scabbard, thrust through her short apron's waist ribbon. Oddly, the woman had made no motion to draw it or even place a hand upon the hilt.

Dyna tested her luck by walking a bit closer, only to see the other woman's stony face remain just like a statue's. Finally, she had to ask: "Uuuh, are we not fighting? You're not here to guard the mansion by the necromancer's orders?" she asked, baring her fangs in a goading grin. "I'm up for it if you are! I didn't bring a weapon, but we can still roll around in the kitchen if you like."

"Uuugh... I've got to fight you, because I have orders from the Necromancer, but it's a waste of time," the zombie groaned, her words drawling as she finally placed her hand upon her sword. "It's a waste of time because I know I'll lose."

"Come on! I mean, yeah, probably! But have some guts! Or do you literally not have those?" Dyna questioned, peeking at where the woman's toned abdomen was hiding behind a layer of maid-fetish frills. "You never know until you try, right? You look like a tough enough gal." As the other woman pulled the veil away from her face, Dyna continued to stare in confusion, trying to understand what she was supposed to be learning from looking at the woman's grumpy face, with low eyebrows and a big scar running across the forehead. "Are you saying you don't have a brain? Cause of the forehead suture?"

"No, dumbass! Uuuugh... Look at my face. You don't recognize it?"

Dyna squinted hard, crossing both arms at her chest, then finally snapped her fingers. "Someone's in the kitchen with Dyna! Someone's in the kitchen I kno~oo~oow! You're that Defense Loaner captain, umm... Glenda?" It had been a long time, but back in the day, she and her demon companions had really run roughshod over the cobbled together forces of the mercenaries known as Defense Loaners. This was before the Church of Merridan got its barrier together and when Dyna was on the wrong side of the walls, meaning she terrorized humans every day. The Defense Loaners had been especially unlucky in that regard... Presumably, that was how this woman ended up here, as one of the reanimated dead.

"Uuugh... Brynda. You killed me back when you worked for the Demon Lord. Remember?" the other woman grumbled, tossing her messy black hair back and forth, as though trying to make herself more recognizable. "It's just my shit luck to run into you now that I'm dead and you've switched sides. Could have done me a huge favor if you'd have switched over a little earlier. Listen: do me a favor and cut off my hand, alright?" Dyna complied with surprising quickness, severing her hand at the wrist before she could draw her sword. Something about that seemed to piss the lady zombie off, even though she'd asked for it. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Sure! But why?" the knight captain responded, watching the disembodied hand wriggle on the floor. No blood came out from either stump; still blood was the blessing and curse of being a zombie.

"Because now that I'm disarmed I can't rightly fight you," the woman shrugged. "I don't feel like losing. Again."

"Still kinda sour about that, huh?" Dyna questioned, putting on a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry; I'm a changed woman these days! You don't look so worse for the wear yourself, you know? I'd still hit it," she whistled, inspecting the zombie from the back with an appreciative nod. When Brynda gave another low moan of annoyance, she chuckled and corrected her stance. "So, I guess the secret's out: I'm here to talk it out with your necromancer! I don't suppose you can take me to him?"

"Well, now that you've 'beaten' me, it's a straight shot. There are other Defense Loaner zombies, all sworn to repel you, but I don't think any of them will be any more eager to fight than I was. Uuuugh..." The woman shook her wild, black hair and grumbled, then grabbed a dust-pan and went to clean the area near the door where Dyna had tracked mud. "What, were you rolling around with Cuddlebones and the others out there?" When Dyna nodded, the zombie just grimaced harder. "Uuuugh... Why? Did you know I was working here and just wanted to make more shit for me to do?"

"Naw, although I don't mind watching you bend over in that skirt even a little," the imp admitted, offering a cheeky grin as she observed the other woman's toned glutes. "The necromancer's that kinda guy, huh? Based on that costume you're wearing and how he gives Lydins free reign to paint all those cute girls, I mean."

"Uuugh... Yeah, he's that kind of guy." While the zombie used her good arm to hold her broom, the other hand walked up on two of its fingers, then grabbed hold of a dust-pan near the door and slowly dragged it into place.

Dyna smiled as she planted her bare buns on the nearby counter-top and kicked her feet. "Swell! I'm great at negotiating with those kinds of guys," the wayward imp giggled. "Got any tips for how I should start talking with him?"

"Yeah... Uuuuugh... Don't," Brynda growled, focusing her attention only upon the dirt she was cleaning. "Trust me, once he sees you here, one way or another, you're never leaving. He's way past my level. Uuugh... He might be on your level, but he's smarter than you. If you meet him, he'll add you to his collection, and frankly, I'd rather not have to work with you here for the rest of my unfortunately immortal lifespan." The thought of that fate solicited a laugh from Dyna and another long groan from Brynda.

Dyna patted the grumpy zombie upon the broad of her back a few times, then reassured her. "I've gotten stronger since we last fought, too! Trust me, there's nothing this necromancer can do to me, because he can only manipulate the dead, right? I don't plan on dying for a nice, long while," she chuckled. "No offense to those of us who are dead, of course."

"Already offended," Brynda grumbled in response, while finally rising back up to her great complete height. "Uuuugh... Follow me."

Dyna enjoyed the trek up from the kitchen to the main staircase, partially because following behind Brynda at a low angle upon the red-carpeted steps gave her a very generous view of the woman's shapely bottom in those cute white panties. "Dang, I don't think I properly respected you when you were alive!" the irreverent knight captain whistled. "You never skip leg day, huh?"

"Yeah, I'd say you didn't. Ugh... And fat lot of good leg day did me."

"... You know, I gotta admit. I don't get a lot of chances to apologize to the people I hurt in the past. So, for what it's worth... I'm sorry I killed you and so many of the Defense Loaners. I'm not good at being serious, you know? But I really am sorry."

"Sorry, huh?"

The shorter woman nodded, looking uncharacteristically perturbed. "Yeah. I know that's not worth much. I mean... Serving here as the leader of the knights and poaching demons from the Demon Lord's army is the best way I know to give back and atone for all that in the past. I'm not sure how much you've seen living here, but we're making some good strides, in terms of beating back the Demon Lord's army. Merridan's the safest place in the world right now, as far as I know! It wouldn't have lived to that point if you guys hadn't bought it some time so... Not just sorry, but also thanks, Glenda."

"Uuugh... Brynda."

"B-Brynda, right, that's what I said."

The zombie stared ahead with a sullen expression as they passed several unused chambers, shambling slowly past Lydins' lavish master bedroom and study, then finally, towards the inconspicuous guest bedroom at the back-left side of the house. "... Uuugh... Well, back then, I was fighting for money, not humanity. I'm not some hero that deserves your thanks now. If I'd been a better leader, the Defense Loaners could have been something like your knights... I've had a long time to stew on that. Too long," she muttered, slouching her shoulders as she rested one hand near the door, preparing to knock and announce herself. "So... You don't owe me much. But if you really wanna repay humanity... then you've got to get this guy out of the Demon Lord's army. He's too powerful to stay in it."

"Really? That tough?"

"Uuugh...I mean, look at this... You saw me and the other soldiers watching on the way up. He reanimated every one of the Defense Loaners he thought was pretty enough to serve as a zombie maid, along with Lydins, and she's so vital you couldn't tell she's dead. That's just a tiny fraction of his power. The humans have a whole zombie army to contend with sitting right under their noses and most of them don't realize the apocalypse can happen as quickly as this guy gets off his lazy ass," the grave-bound maid spoke gravely. "So do what it takes. That'll be the way you make it up to humanity..."

"I'm not the type who hesitates," Dyna reassured Brynda, patting the woman's muscular shoulder one more time before passing by and entering before she could be announced. "Yo! Necromancer! You've got a surprise house call by the Knightly Order of Dyna!"