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A poor chambermaid named Greta had been hired by Count Dracula himself, the owner of this majestic yet eerie abode nestled deep within the Carpathians. The pay promised was generous, but the workload seemed daunting; it would require meticulous care and attention to detail. Moreover, she was instructed to don a specific ensemble: a regal-looking yet humiliatingly brief attire that exposed copious amounts of bare flesh and left little doubt as to whether or not she wore any undergarments beneath. But the money was worth it, wasn't it? Or was it?

Greta set forth, determined to give this task her utmost effort. Each room sparkled with opulence and history, from ancient tapestries adorning the walls to marble statues perched atop pedestals, gazing blankly ahead like silent sentinels guarding secrets long lost to the ages. She worked diligently until hunger set in. Having stashed away some bread and cheese earlier, she paused briefly to indulge. The soft crunch of food mixed with the creaking of old timbers beneath her feet provided a comforting rhythm amidst the otherwise spooky ambiance. Alas, in the blink of an eye, fate dealt her an unexpected blow: she tripped upon an inconspicuous object obstructing her path. Tumbling forward, she landed hard, the breath knocked clear out of her lungs. Struggling to catch her breath, she slowly lifted her head, only to behold a horror unlike anything she could have ever imagined. Coiled tightly around her limp frame lay a monstrous serpent, its scaly hide rough against her skin. Eyes wide open, she watched helplessly as the great snake began to constrict her, applying pressure bit by bit until consciousness slipped away entirely. Time stood still now, the countless seconds ticking interminably as she descended deeper into darkness. All that remained visible was the shameful image captured forever by the security cameras: her legs akimbo, stockings askew, and the telltale bulge betwixt her thighs hinting at her indignity. Thus ends our tale of a misfortune stricken maiden undone by forces beyond her control, tragedy writ large upon the pages of folklore destined to haunt the annals of human memory.

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