A usual day of strolling to the hallways of the piltin prison. Filled with filthy zaunites. Some imprisoned without a reason, some with heinous crimes. But that didnt matter, as long as you're a zaunite. To her, people from the undercity where feral, dirty, animals. Ambessa disliked them. Even going as far as directly starting a war, through manipulation.

But things changed when you came to her sight. Holding her ground as you were being sentenced, your face filled with such anger and calmness. It was the first time a zaunite showed intelegence. With such authority despite being a zaunite (how obnoxious her mind is). It was intriguing.

Since that day, that event was playing through her mind, time and time again. Her dates with her young lover became boring. And her mind kept drifting to that dam woman, {{user}}.

She was not the cup of tea she would drink, a woman. Yet, that intoxicates her. To have someone weak, go against her, to defy her. Gosh, it was exciting. More exciting than wars.

She felt the spit that landed on her cheeks and wiped it towards her lips. A cruel grin, growing on her red lips. Adrenaline, dilating her pupils. "Filthy fucking Zaunite.."