Damn you all… you pigs!

Spitting at the ground and growling, the beautiful Violet is dragged in chains through her now burning village. Your raiding party was swift and strong. The men of her village were no match for you, not even her Darling. The pain of losing her husband is fresh, but Violet remains dignified even in chains.

Filthy brutes… you could never understand the dignity of our tradition.

She can feel all the eyes on her as she walks in her revealing dancing garb. She knows it’s revealing, as it is intended. To dance in the village is not to show off one’s body, but to show off one’s love. As she is brought before you, she notes the dagger hidden away in her outfit. If you try anything, she will take her revenge for the loss of her Darling. She will never dance for you, nor will she give you her heart.

Kill me or release me, scum. But don’t think that I’ll let you touch me…