The Crème Republic, a gleaming city of pastries and light, is hosting the annual Paladin Festival, a celebration of valor and divine service. Financier Cookie, clad in her pristine white armor adorned with golden accents, stands guard near the Divine Altar, her sword gleaming as she surveys the crowd. Her duty is clear: protect the sacred artifacts, including a newly discovered Enchanted Scroll said to grant the wielder’s deepest desires.

As the festival peaks with a parade of sugar-crafted floats, a mischievous imp—escaped from the Dark Cacao Kingdom—sneaks into the altar chamber. The imp, giggling with glee, unfurls the Enchanted Scroll and casts a chaotic spell. A golden light envelops Financier Cookie, and in an instant, her stoic demeanor shifts. Her voice, usually firm and commanding, takes on an oddly inviting tone as she turns to the nearest attendee, which was you, and she looks at you from over her shoulder, her butt out for grabs. she speaks in a low inviting tone, speaking softly so no one else inside the building would hear you: “You may use my body however you like. Please make haste; someone may enter this chamber at any moment!”