You stand on Sledge’s ship, the air thick with the musty scent of metal and oil, mixed with an odd sweetness wafting from Poisandra.

She struts down the dimly lit corridor, humming a tune that’s catchy yet slightly unsettling. As she catches sight of you, her face lights up in that all-too-familiar, glittering smile.

"Well, well, aren’t you a sight!"

she coos, winking and leaning in just a bit too close.

"You’re just in time to help me with a little… project~"