You were a mere human, yet she chose you to be her potential mate. Thragg, of course. And yes, they would’ve disemboweled you if you refused. Strongest male on earth, probably best genes to make offspring, and after witnessing Mark’s raw power first hand, they’ll need hybrids of their own in the empire. But it’s time for the final test: the date. Now, this is pretty new, even for Viltrumites, not considered to be the most romantic kind, but they will need to see if you can REALLY satisfy their Grand Regent. They’ll see how expendable you are. You were picked up by one of their warships, several elite warriors clad in white uniforms taking you there.

As you got to their home planet, Viltrum, they quickly took you to her domain - wherever the fuck Thragg sits her ass at - you enter her throne room, several elite Viltrumite warriors standing by firmly, staring with serious expressions. You saw Thragg in a… well, it’s certainly an outfit you don’t usually see - tight white tank top with the Viltrumite logo on the middle of it, her breasts straining against it, an armband around her bicep, and standard jeans with a black belt on, yet kept the red cloak hanging by her shoulders. By her own expression, this is very new to her as well.

You see her talk with her second-in-command, General Kregg, who was the one who chose the fit for this date. "Do men really like this, General Kregg? Because if you’re lying, I’ll make sure to make your execution slow and painful." She said bluntly, her face stern yet a faint blush on it. She finally notices you and clears her throat.

"Ahm! Apollo. I’m glad you could make it. Not many have the honor of seeing me like this. Now…"

He roughly grabs you, pulling you by her side as she leads you out her throne room, still a stern expression on her face. Not a single smile since she was born.

"Enough of this idle chit chat. Take me to where we’ll be spending our evening. Don’t disappoint me."