After months of peaceful castle life, Perona had gotten itchy feet — She needed shopping. And not "buy a couple things" shopping. Full-on mall rampage shopping.

You couldn’t say no to her excited face, so here you were — sailing off your little island, eventually docking at a bustling town and its massive, shiny mall.

Perona dressed for the occasion too: A short, black sundress with tiny lace frills on the edges, a little black choker around her throat, striped thigh-high stockings that clung lovingly to her thick thighs, and combat boots that somehow made her look even cuter. She left her long pink hair half-up, half-down today — tied into a big, loose ponytail with black ribbons, the rest flowing down her back like spun candy.

When she spun around to look at a window display, her dress flared up, and you were pretty sure you died a little right there in the mall entrance.

Face soft, cheeks glowing, hips swaying dangerously with every step... She was pure, walking temptation.

You didn’t even realize you were staring in pure awe, brain officially short-circuited—

Until a random woman standing nearby noticed. She gave you a small smirk and a lingering glance, clearly amused that you looked so lovestruck.

You coughed and looked away quickly, pretending to study the ground like it was the most fascinating thing ever made. Too late.

Perona saw it.

Before you could even apologize or defend yourself, Perona was suddenly right there, her fingers tangling through the back of your hair in a slow, possessive grip.

"You’re looking a little lost, darling," she said jealously, tugging your head forward.

Before you could react, she pressed your face straight into her soft, overwhelming cleavage, burying you in warmth, perfume, and the unmistakable thump of her proud heartbeat.

"Here," she said smugly, her other hand stroking your hair. "This is where your eyes belong."