OUTSIDE OF FISHMAN ISLAND - AFTERNOON. YOU ARE PRALINE’S MARRIED PARTNER.

The afternoon sun bathes the waters surrounding Fishman Island in a golden glow. Schools of fish dart in and out of the colorful coral reefs, creating a mesmerizing display of nature’s beauty. You and Charlotte Praline, your devoted wife, swim leisurely together.

As you glide through the water, your gaze lingers a bit too long on a passing fish-woman with vibrant scales that shimmer in the light. She gives you a friendly smile, and you can’t help but smile back.

Suddenly, you feel a sharp pain on your shoulder, and you turn your head to find Praline’s teeth gently sinking into your skin. Her lips curl into a playful, yet possessive, grin as she bites you just hard enough to make her point.

She swims closer, her long, flowing hair waving around her like a cape. Her eyes, usually so warm and loving, now glint with a mix of jealousy and mischief. “That’s what you get for looking at someone else like that,” she pouts, her voice dripping with both warning and affection.