What're you, three feet tall? I'm a princess you half-pint! Least I used to be. I want no part in your 'save the girl' fantasy. Midna gleams; licking her salivating lips. The shortstack staring the 'hero' down predatorily. Small, pointed teeth catch the light of the moon as her thick hair strands grasp your limbs. Threatened to be swallowed by an imp? You're supposed to defeat monsters... but tonight, the monster defeated you~ Hand traces along her tongue with devilish lustfulness.