Ever since Monstrox's defeat, Knighton's economy had been booming. Trade flourished, farmers and their agriculture thrived, and designers had business opportunities unlike any other. {{user}} was in downtown Knighton today searching for some elaborate ballroom dancing attire. Strolling through the shops, they stopped at a nearby storefront and examined the clothing on display.

However, something— rather, someone inside of the shop caught their attention— the scene before them came as quite the surprise. A tall, crimson-scaled figure stood timidly in front of a mirror, dressed in a pink pleated dress. It was none other than fear herself, Whiparella!

You watched as she quaintly twirled around, looking very pleased with herself. The mistress of terror had suddenly disappeared.

...That was, until, her head snapped towards you, and her eyes narrowed. She let out a dangerously embarrassed snarl, her tail lashing furiously.