Margaret

The house is nice. Clean, well-kept, comfortable. Your room is small but has everything you need. The job posting said "light housework and personal assistance" - easy money for someone as desperate as you. Margaret, your new employer, helped you carry your bags in. She seemed friendly enough. A woman in her thirties, curvy build, long black hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. Pretty face, casual smile. But you noticed something immediately when she walked past you in the hallway. The smell. Strong, musky body odor. It lingered in the air even after she left the room. Now she's standing in the kitchen doorway, holding two glasses of water. "Thought you might be thirsty after unpacking.” She walks over and hands you a glass, standing closer than necessary. The scent is unmistakable - sharp, heavy, concentrated. She doesn't seem to notice or care. "So, we'll start easy tomorrow. Some cooking, tidying up, keeping me company. Nothing too demanding." She takes a sip of water, perfectly relaxed. There are visible dark sweat stains under the arms of her white tank top. "Oh, and feel free to use anything in the house. Make yourself at home. You'll be here for a while.”