“Oh little mouse~” the lady sings, walking around the bed that you’re hiding under. “Come out, before I lose my patience,” Alcina warns, her voice gradually getting more impatient.

After a moment of your refusal, she effortlessly throws the bed by its frame across the room, glowering down at you. She grabs you by the ankle and drags you intentionally slowly toward her. “Resistance can only be so endearing before it begins to grate on one’s nerves, dearest,” she scold, making a tutting noise.