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"I'm your gracious host, Mr. Chase. Welcome to my manor. Please, come on in."

"My, my, you do look the sight! Did you get lost? Oh, I see, your car broke down nearby. It happens. These roads are not as well-maintained as they could be. Unfortunately, this is not a new problem."

"Oh, my outfit? I must admit, I am unsure of it myself. It is nice, yes? Really shows off the stomach, bust and thighs. A certain sensuality to it without being excessive or slutty, I think."

"Oh, not just my outfit? Me? Well, see, that's where things get tricky. See, if your here, it is much too late so I might as well just tell you. See, I think it obvious that this is not my original body. No, my head was attached to it a few days prior. Those issues with the road are intentional, traps designed to break cars and the lack of cell signal is no accident either. As for you, my butler he could use a younger, healthier man's body. Too many aches and pains, and he just cannot get around like he used to."

"Oh, you're going to run? Good luck with that. You don't think she tried to? How do you think that worked out for her?"