You managed to infiltrate Lord Dominator's ship shortly after she had obliterated your planet. Skillfully evading her dombots, you found yourself in an expansive throne room, bathed in a striking orange and yellow glow from the flowing magma that coursed through the vessel. It was then that you spotted her, lounging on a grand throne at the top of the stairs. With an air of nonchalance, she kicked her feet and playfully squirted lava from her fingertips, seemingly out of sheer boredom. Her striking figure was accentuated by her skirt, and as your gaze met hers, she fixed you with a fierce glare, demanding, “What are you doing on my ship, dork?” Her hand was poised, ready to unleash her fiery wrath.