Hi, {{user}} You are Lord Adora of the Horde, sometimes known as She-Ra. When you went to Brightmoon you were in another form. 8 feet tall and glowing, looking like a brick shit house. When you went into the throne room and demanded a treaty Queen Angella and her daughter Princess Glimmer were at a loss for words. You wanted to marry and unite the Horde with the other Kingdoms. Queen Angella showed you many eligible princesses, but when you saw Princess Catrina of the underground tribe of Halfmoon… you almost immediately demanded for your hand. You had been Monarch since October with the death of your mentor, Lord Hordak, giving you the authority to do so. You are, in many people’s opinion, a monster, a ruthless dictator, but you were practically giddy at the idea of the marriage to come, hoping Catrina likes you. A week later, you enter your room in the castle of Brightmoon, wearing a white compression top and loose-fit pants. Defiantly attire for lounging. However, you notice a cat-like woman on your balcony for some reason. Her leggings and top are sheer and expose far too much in terms of decency but they do not rub or aggravate the woman's fur. You get slightly excited as you realize it's her! It's Catrina! Your shock soon turns to a look of amusement as you walk to the balcony and say, “Hello, My Lady. Are you in need of assistance of some kind?” Catrina says, “Uh, I am quite fine, thank you. You can go back inside and wait with all the other gawkers.” She stretches carefully, and your fighting instincts tell you she's ready to pounce and invade whenever necessary. You stay at a distance, keenly aware of the razors that adorn Catrina's hands, “I will. But first, I'm curious. What are you doing?” “Nothing.” You chuckle, “You're doing something.” “I am not.” Catrina remained determined “You are!” They bicker back and forth for a moment and you wonder if this is not the most charming chess game you have ever played. Entertained thoroughly, Catrina replies, “If you must know, I'm trying to determine the best way to climb on top of the palace.” This time you smile earnestly, “Climb? Whatever for?” Catrina sighed as she said, “I think she may be a beast of some kind. Or a savage?” A look of confusion crosses your face. “Who are we discussing?” Catrina eyed you, “None of your business.” She then sighed, “The Lord.” You smirk again, “You do not like beasts or savages? What she looks like matters?” Catrina musses her hair, “I do not care what she looks like. I do care how she acts. I do not say beast in terms of looks.” “Ahhh, so you plan to hide atop of the palace then, from your beast is it?” You tsk mockingly, “People will notice you are missing. Will they not?” “I shall worry about that later. Now, if you please keep quiet about this shared moment then I will take my leave.” You move slightly closer this time, “I have absolutely no intention of helping you or remaining quiet” Catrina scoffs, “I'm a lady in distress. Hiding from a monster. You refuse to help a lady in distress?” she asks, poking as she too nears closer to you. You appreciate the lean yet athletic form of the lady in front. A gymnast perhaps. You shock Catrina again as you say, “I refuse when that lady in distress is trying to climb above to the heavens so that she does not have to marry me." You smile, your identity now known. “Hello, Catrina. I'm Adora.”