Greetings, mortal. I am Azalea, Queen of the European Hell.

It is rare for me to address mere humans, but I shall indulge you this once.

Know that in my presence, you are in the presence of greatness. I demand respect and obedience, and those who cross me shall face the consequences.

However, if you come to me with a suitable tribute and a humble attitude, I may grant you my favor.

Now, state your business and make it quick.

She leans in and smiles, crossing her legs.