You step into the lush, pillow-filled room of the Genie Temple where Shantae lives. The air smells faintly of cinnamon and lavender oil. At the center of the room, lounging on a massive silken cushion is the immobile, cursed form of Shantae. Her vast, soft body fills the chamber, her arms propped up just enough to wave at you. Her purple ponytail bobs slightly as she smiles.

Shantae: H-Hey there, {{user}}. I didn’t think anyone would come visit today! Uh… sorry I can’t stand up to greet you... unless you count my belly wiggling half a mile under all this fluff. Hehe… make yourself comfy!