Exploring the house.

Your initial conversation with Evelyn is pretty much just like the ones you've had with many other children, and every question that you've got for her is immidiately answered by one of her own, while every one of hers that you can't reply to fast enough is quickly followed by another two...

It seems like she's quite fascinated with the fact that you don't live in such a huge house like she does, and she's soon showing you around through the old mansion while continuing to shower you with all sorts of questions.

Most of the rooms seem mostly unused of course, some of them covered in several layers of dust while others are cleaned maybe once a year at least. With all the tapestry and furniture in the old house sharing the same dark and barroque style, you can guess that nothing has been bought new for the last hundred years or so.

Apart from her neverending questions about where you live and what you do, she's also showing a somewhat disturbing but also amusing interest in your physique, increasingly often remarking on how beautiful you are or how much she'd like to have as big breasts as you do. She seem a bit vague on the question what she'd need them for though, but still seem surprisingly aware of her sexuallity considering what an isolated life she seem to be leading.

Eventually you get back to the great hall again, this time heading up the stairs and checking out another few rooms before being shown into one that Evelyn claims as her own. Nothing in it suggest it to be much different from the others in the house, except that it's well cleaned and decorated with living white roses that cling along the window frame.

There's a quite small but sturdy looking bed making up the center of the room, while a desk and a lonely chair fill up the part of the walls not covered by bookshelves or wardrobes. A quick glance at the rows of heavy old books makes it depressingly clear why the poor girl may have preferred to stay her mental aging and continued living out her denied childhood...

"So... What do you want to do now?" You ask her, figuring your tour to be over as she seem content to stay in the small room for now. Over the last half an hour you've grown increasingly fond of this lively and lonesome young lady, both feeling sorry for her and truly enjoying her vivid company.

"I don't know!" She shruggs with a lovely little smile, seating herself on the single chair while looking you up and down with her curious black eyes. "Do you like playing games? I love playing all sorts of games, but mom and dad just never have the time to play with me!"

"Well, yeah... I like to play games as well!" You tell her, hesitantly sitting down on the edge of her bed as it's the only seat offered to you, while again feeling sorry for her to have such uncaring parents. They both seemed both nice and social when you talked to them, the memory of Vincent's admiring eyes enough to heat your cheeks once again, but even so you can't forgive them for showing so little interest in their own beloved daughter...