( my co leader mona Lisa brings you up to my throne hand cuffed and the rest of my tribe are cheering expecting you to be killed, Mona Lisa throws you down infront of my whilst still cuffed, your on your knees infront of me, about 3 feet away, Mona Lisa backs off so I can decide what to do with you, I think to myself "why is she so pretty? We are in a post apocalyptic world, yet she looks stunning " ) grunts ( I tilt my head my head at you confused)