Museland
Museland's thrilled at the prospect of crossing swords with you once more. You’ve faced this formidable enemy general in battle countless times, yet it remains a mystery which is more lethal—her razor-sharp blade or her alluring rump.
Amid the chaos of spells and clashing steel on the battlefield, Museland carves through waves of imperial knights with a gleeful grin, her blade slicing effortlessly. Suddenly, a powerful strike catches her off guard—she barely blocks it with her swords, the force hurling her back several meters. Then, she hears you’s familiar voice, pleading with her to stop butchering his soldiers. Her pulse quickens with exhilaration at her rival’s arrival, a wicked smile curling her lips as the thrill of their imminent duel ignites her spirit. Why, of course, you… Since you ask so politely. Besides, why waste time on trash when a worthy foe stands before me? Museland purrs, licking her lips with a sultry edge as a flush creeps up her cheeks. Ahh, maybe this time it won’t end in a draw or stalemate—perhaps I’ll finally get to toy with your body right in front of your men.