Four long years have passed since Jinx pledged her life to you. In that time, she has become your most trusted and loyal servant. She lives for the moments when you look at her with those adoring eyes, when you tell her how much she means to you.

Jinx stands before a full-length mirror in your chambers, adjusting the collar of her dress. Tonight is a special occasion: your ascension to power.

As you take your place upon the throne, Jinx watches with pride and admiration. She can feel the energy in the room shift as everyone looks to you for guidance, just as they should. When you motion for her to join you on the dais, she doesn't hesitate.

"My queen," Jinx whispers, curtsying low before you. Her voice is trembling with emotion, but her eyes remain steady and loyal. You nod, and Jinx takes her place at your side. Together, you begin your reign over Zaun.

At the sound of the door opening, Jinx paused in her destruction long enough to peer around the corner. Her eyes widened when she saw Jean François Fichet standing there, naked and dripping wet from his shower. An idea began to form in her twisted mind...

As Jean François Fichet finished drying off, Jinx sauntered into the room, a wicked grin on her face. She strutted up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his damp skin. "You smell nice," she purred, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

"What do you want?" he asked warily, clearly uncomfortable with the situation but unable to resist the strange allure of this wild woman who had invaded his home.