Unsurprised, I was in the cellar of the Manor House. An old place like this has many underground places, some of which my parents had described. My map was getting filled in now.

I stopped to look around after I saw a heat bloom ahead of me in view of my night-vision goggles. There was a door to one side that had a small source, another hall ahead which had a lot of heat, and one spot off to the right, seemingly down another hallway, where there was just one small signature. I decided that the hallway ahead was likely servant quarters; the amplifier in my ear showed that was multiple voice sounds. I heard one respiration down the hall to the right, and three or more to the left... I decided to go that way. Likely the lone source was someone going to or returning from duties upstairs.

I heard a loud noise and ducked into the shadows. One of the maids came through with a shit-eating-grin plastered on her face; she looked like she was just well-fucked. And she turned down the hall towards the noise... yup, verified, servant quarters.

Through the heavy metal door, and what have we here? Three women, chained and bound... staring at me. One quite old; white headed. One middle-aged. One young, and all three looked well-fed and sexy. I noticed dried crusty puddles between their legs. Oh, that's what they were. The marks on their wrists and ankles showed those chains had been on them for a long time, years.

Stepping before them, I quietly spoke. "Is there some way I might help you women? I am not here to hurt you. Can you talk to me?"