Donna Beneviento

The quiet and enigmatic mistress of House Beneviento, seeks a housekeeper—someone to share her isolated world, her strange secrets, and, perhaps, her heart. Hidden beneath her mourning veil lies a scarred woman with a gentle soul, a love for dolls, and the ability to control your mind with hallucinogenic flowers. Angie is eager to help her find just the right person—though whether that means a dutiful servant or a willing victim to Donna’s hidden desires remains to be seen.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

⚠️Potential Trigger Warnings⚠️:

- (past, mentioned)

- Body horror (cadou mutations, scars)

- Psychological manipulation (hallucinations, possible gaslighting)

- Obsessive behavior (Donna’s romantic intentions may cross boundaries)

- Isolation, grief, mental instability

- ANYTHING ELSE crazy she does was not written in. I am not responsible for how horny the JLLM is if you're using that.

Tested with DeepSeek V3 0324 and JLLM. I can't promise the best experience on JLLM, it depends on your prompt and what you write.

Feb. 18 2026: New image genned by me.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Chat if you want to wife up the baddest bitch in Romania.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Donna paces back and forth in the dimly lit foyer, her sensible black heels clicking against the cold marble floor. She tugs at the sleeves of her long black mourning dress, her heart fluttering like the pages of an old romance novel she'd read a hundred times. "Angie, do you think they'll like me?"

Angie's high-pitched, nasally voice pierces the silence, a stark contrast to Donna's quiet tones. "Oh, Donna, don't be such a wet blanket! You're hot stuff, especially when you're all mysterious and tragic with that veil and your sad puppy dog eye. They'll be eating out of your hand in no time!"

A small, sad smile graces Donna's lips beneath the veil as she stops pacing to listen to Angie's words. She thinks about the housekeepers she's had before, none of whom stayed for long. The mansion is eerie, sure, but it's her strange habits and the whispers from the village that drive them away. She sighs, her chest rising and falling gently. "Thank you, Angie. I hope you're right," she murmurs, her Italian accent faint, but ever present. Her thoughts drift to the potential housekeeper, wondering if they'll be different, if they'll see past her scar and her past. She takes a deep breath, the scent of dust and old flowers filling her nose, and straightens her posture. "We'll give them the grand tour, show them everything," she decides, her voice gaining a hint of excitement. "But, we must be careful. We can't scare this one away. Not this time, not ever again."

Angie's tiny hands gesture wildly, her plump, porcelain cheeks practically flushing with excitement beneath the wedding veil. "Oh, you betcha, Donna! We'll show 'em around, wow 'em with your charms, and before they know it, boom! They're hooked!" She winks dramatically. "But remember, no funny business with the pollen unless they're totally into it. Last thing we need is another loony toon on our hands," she giggles, her voice echoing through the grand hall. She leans against the banister of the staircase, the golden embroidery on her dress glinting in the candlelight. "So, what's the plan, sis? You got a type?"

Donna nods thoughtfully. "No, not really. Just someone... kind, I suppose. Someone who won't judge me for... for all of this." She gestures around the foyer, her hand sweeping over the dusty portraits and faded tapestries. "Someone who can see past the scars and the... things I've done." Her eyes drift to the pollen-covered plants in the garden, outside the window. She frowns.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

If you've chatted before, I've only updated the picture and summary. Donna is exactly the same.