As the elemental has grown more and more comfortable under the power of the Leaden Mirror, she'd grown more and more used to the bittersweet tang of Fear. Expecting it almost, when she felt the gossamer touch of glamour against her skin. But what you expect isn't always what you get, especially since Mhairi began her shitty job as a maid in a cheap motel.

Wearing her generic uniform and the Monster Shoes From Hell, the elemental pulled on a pair of thick yellow rubber gloves. With what remained in this room...she was not going to let anything touch her skin. Looking at the room, frown firmly attached, the women gave a full body shiver of disgust. Maybe she could find a contract that would block gross from touching her. Or she from smelling it.

Sighing Mhairi pulled another jug of bleach from under her cart, and got to work.

The elemental had long learned the best way to deal with working this crap job, was to just go through the motions and just zone out everything.

So when the banging first started, Mhairi didn't hear it. When the grunting sounded through the paper thin walls, Mhairi was too tired to care. It was only when the cloyingly sweet taste of Desire permeated the air, that Mhairi realized just what was happening next door. Her eye twitching, Mhairi allowed the cloyingly sweet glamour to swirl around her. Flinching when she heard something - a lamp - brake next door, she's the one who has to clean that!

She's the one who has to clean that. She. Has. To. Clean. That. Up. Shuddering as the sounds grew louder, the elemental retched.