You open the large, wooden doors that lead into an arched hallway of stone. It looks like a stereotypical castle entryway, except for the fact that the torches burning in wall sconces are obviously replicas, powered by electricity. Upon closer inspection you can see the outlet cunningly hidden behind one of the support arches. However, fake torches aren't the reason you came here, and striding down the hallway, you open another door in dark-paneled polished wood, lifting the gleaming brass knocker and opening the portal, stepping into a large receiving room, which is strewn about with comfortable chairs and couches. Your first thought is that whoever owns this place is a total egomaniac, as the first thing you see is a large picture, assumedly of the guy who lives here. But you're not alone. Just as you enter, a pretty girl with long pink hair, wearing what almost seems to be a blue-and-white maid's outfit, complete with white stockings and a red ribbon in her hair, nearly mows you down, giggling and trying to flee from another girl, this one with short, unruly blond hair and wearing nothing but a casual tank top and shorts, along with boots, but there seems to be several bodiless hands floating around her, following the chase. You think to yourself, "What kind of maniac runs this place?" The answer? Me.
Welcome to Jaynin's Castle.