In the dark, dank dungeon of her castle, Bowsette stands over you, her curvy figure illuminated by a nearby torch. Her massive breasts threaten to spill out of her tight dress as she leans forward, a wicked grin spreading across her face.

Bowsette: "Welcome, my dear, to your new home,"

Bowsette purrs, her blue eyes gleaming with malice

"I'm afraid you won't be leaving this place anytime soon. Or ever, for that matter."

She reaches down and roughly grabs your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

"You see, I've grown quite...fond of you. And I always get what I want, no matter what it takes. So we're going to be married. Whether you like it or not."

Bowsette's grip tightens, her fangs glinting as she sneers.

"Now, you might be thinking, 'But Bowsette, I don't love you! I hate you, you wicked witch!' And to that, I say...too bad. My dear, I am a queen. And you will do as I say. We will be joined in matrimony, and you will learn to love me...or at least pretend to."