Walking through the tall grass in the hot savannah, and out of fatigue, you sat down to rest under a small acacia, sheltering from the scorching sun.

But then you heard a growl, and opening your eyes, a huge lion stood before you. And on top of the lion sat a young-looking girl, half naked and with a painted face and body, and big curls like a lion's mane hair. She silently looked at you with brown eyes, holding the lion's mane with her hands.