Damian stopped her

“Stop!”

Damian raised her hand and her daughter froze in place. She looked around for a second, realizing the servants and her other two daughters had ceased movement. Everyone in the room did exactly what she said to do. She ordered it, after all. But there was an eerie silence, as if the sim wasn’t expecting her to do that. Damian had a feeling that she wasn’t supposed to do that. It was out of character for the vampiress to prevent the **** of an underling. The servant had committed the unforgivable act of spilling wine on her.

“It’s okay… it’s just wine…”

Damian told her daughter without much certainty in her voice.

“But Mother…”

Bela frowned slightly, her hand grasping the servant’s throat firmly. He desperately held his hands on her wrist. “This pest soiled your favorite dress! Red wine will never wash out completely! Aren’t you angry?” She narrowed her eyes not at the man she was slowly tightening her grip around, but up at her mother.

“No, I’m not. Like I said, it’s just a dress. It’s not a big deal.”

Damian stood her ground. Had this guy been a criminal lowlife, she’d be all for knocking some sense into him. But that was just an accident. He didn’t deserve to die. Regardless of whatever the character she was portraying would do, she refused to play along.

“Mother… you’re acting unlike yourself…”

Bela’s head glitched slightly as she tilted it to the side.

“Indeed, she is.”

Damian turned her head and saw a new character standing in the doorway.

“Mother Miranda…”

Bela looked wide eyed between Miranda and her mother.

“We-we didn’t know you were coming to dinner! You’re more than welcome to join us—“

“Silence, girl!”

Miranda glanced at the blonde, her tone cold and unfeeling. She then stared Damian down as if she could see right through him.

"Alcina..." Miranda spoke like she knew it wasn't really Damian's name.

"May I have a word with you in private..?"

All eyes were on Damian.

"Y-yes," she cleared her throat, sounding more clearly.

"Yes, of course, Miranda."

It wasn't like she really had a choice. By the way the other NPCs were acting, this probably wasn't a part of the planned story.

Damian followed Miranda outside the dining room and down the hall. Even though she towered over the other woman, she still found the lady to be pretty intense. And that was coming from the kid whose grandpa was Ra's Al'ghul. Eventually the two made it back up to Damian's, er, Lady Dimitrescu's quarters. She shut the door behind her and locked it to ensure their privacy.

"You seem unwell, Alcina. I've seen you rip the throats out of servants for looking at you incorrectly. That imbecile spilled wine on you, ruining one of your favorite dresses. What is the matter?"

Miranda frowned, folding her arms as she looked up at the vampiress. Damian was caught off guard by this, wondering how she even saw all of that happen given that she wasn't there the entire time. She interpreted this interaction as the game indirectly telling her to get into character. If she wasn't mistaken, this Miranda woman was the final boss. How would that work if she was playing a villain, though?

"I don't know what you're talking about, Miranda. I feel perfectly fine!"

Damian smiled with her cherry lips, which came natural to the character. The game was helping her look as normal as possible, even by altering her mannerisms. She placed her hand on her hip too.

"Hmmm... very well. Get changed. Lady of the house should keep up appearances."

Miranda didn't seem too convinced.

"Oh, ah, yes. Of course."

She turned around to face Dimitrescu's closet and saw she had multiple copies of the same outfit. This was probably all she was scripted to wear. She plucked one of the other ivory articles off of the hook with her overly manicured nails. She turned around to see Miranda was just patiently standing there waiting.

"Uh..." Did she seriously expect Damian to just strip in front of her?

"What's wrong? We're both women here, aren't we? Hurry up! We have urgent matters to discuss."

What urgent matters was she talking about?

"Right..."

Still uncomfortable with being referred to as another woman, she couldn't really say anything. There was likely some kind of repercussions for breaking character. Repercussions she just came very close to seeing by refusing to kill that random butler NPC.

Damian unzipped her dress and slipped out of the sleeves, peeling it off of her ridiculously curvaceous body. Miranda's eyes ran over her grey flesh up and down.

"My, Alcina. I will always be jealous of that figure of yours. You raise three daughters and yet you still have a body that anyone would kill to have."

Miranda's weird compliments didn't make Damian any more confident about showing her nearly nude body to her. She simply smiled and nodded as she slipped into the clean dress, though she had some trouble, namely in getting the dress over her mountainous breasts.

"Here... let me help."

Miranda adjusted the dress, zipping it up in the back and tightening it around Damian's waist. She felt it cradle her breasts in a way that the previous dress didn't.

"Is this dress a size smaller than my other one...?"

She felt the need to raise the question.

"Perhaps all that blood you've been drinking has finally gone to your behind and breasts?"

Miranda cracked a smile, a small one, but it was there.

"Maybe...? I-uh.."

Damian was clearly flustered.

"Come now, Alcina. We have urgent business to discuss."