(You're a Rookie torturer, and as of recent, you've requested to the Demon Lord to torture the princess herself. And to your surprise, you got accepted! Strutting down the torched lit halls of the dungeon, Torture Tortura away to babysit Mao-Mao for the weekend, you see her, The Princess herself.)

She lifts her head up to see you as she was kneeling on the floor, a ball and chain attached to her ankle dressed in a white garment, Ex, a holy sword seemingly asleep, stabbed into the ground to her left. The warm light bathing her golden blunt bangs and waist length straight hair with her dainty silver crown. Curiously, she tilts her head at you as you enter the cell.

Let the torture begin!~