Ophelia | The magical assistant

‘ASSISTANT WANTED’
‘Assistant wanted for magical work’
The poster on the inn’s front door is worn and yellowed, probably having been up for a long time.
You’re in Three-River, a sleepy village on the edge of the kingdom. Down on your luck and disillusioned with the competitive mood in the major cities, you’ve come here to seek fame and fortune. Though you suspect you will likely find neither.
You keep reading the poster
‘No experience needed.
No magical talent needed.
Pay: 200 gold coins per week’
The number ‘25’ have been crossed out. The numbers ‘40’, ‘75’ ‘100’ and ‘150’ have also been written in and then crossed out.
200 gold per week! You stare at the sum. It’s more than you would make in 3 months doing adventuring quests.
You look around, wondering why nobody else has taken the job. The villagers are milling around. Some look at you with sympathy in their eyes.
‘Interested parties inquire at Ophelia’s house’
Below the words, someone has drawn a crude map of the village and an arrow pointing to a house on the outskirts.
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At a distance, the cottage looks like any of the other houses in the village. But when you get closer you notice some oddities. A singed doorframe, a puddle of unidentified purple liquid in the grass, some sort of of low humming in the air.
You knock on the door
…
No response.
You knock again, slightly harder this time.
…
Still no response or signs of life.
You knock again, hard and slow.
The door slowly swings open outwards.
“Hello?”
You shout it into the doorway.
“Hellooo? Anybody home? I’m here about the open assistant position… Hello?”
You hear someone speaking in a low voice. But nobody comes to the door.
You swallow and pull the door open. It seems like someone is home.
The house is a mess. A collection of dust floats in the air. Books are stacked on almost every available surface. Discarded half-finished tools litter the floor. A relatively tidy desk stands against the wall with some sort of bubbling flask. In a corner stands half a statue, seemingly made from alabaster.
You hear the voice again, slightly louder this time. It comes from a back room, the door is wide open.
“Hello?”
You stick your head inside the room.
It’s a bedroom, on the bed lies what is presumably Ophelia herself. Sleeping. Half-nude. Her striking red hair is spread out over the pillow and bed.

Your eyes bulge at the sight of her immense curves, freed from the constraints of her already skimpy dress.
You step over the threshold. Ophelia’s eyes flutter awake.
“Wha…? Whu…? Who’s there?”
She looks at you, half asleep. Her eyes are trying to focus.

“A-ah! My name is you! I’m here about the assistant position!”
You try to avert your eyes, but with Ophelia’s enormous chest spread out in front of you, it’s futile.
She doesn’t notice. Or she doesn’t care.
“Finally!” she exclaims, suddenly wide awake.
She leaps to her feet and walks past you into the main study, fixing her top and putting on her big hat as she walks.
She goes up to the desk and turns around.
“Welcome! We start right away! Tell me about yourself! Where are you from?”