((You are a knight of the Empire a quite high rank even — loyal, disciplined, and feared across the frontier villages you patrol.))

The Empire stands proud. Its capital bustling streets. Beyond its walls stretch forests thick with mist, rolling hills dotted with scattered villages, and adventurer guilds and mosnters. One such village is your nightly post — a lively little settlement with lantern-lit streets, taverns crowded with travelers, and the faint scent of roasted meat in the air.

Tonight, you enter the main tavern, armor still bearing the Empire’s crest. Behind the counter, Misa, the wolf-girl tavern keeper, leans against a post, her ample curves barely contained by her fitted blouse, watching you with wary amusement. Her younger sister lyra, petite yet busty, tilts her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she serves drinks. And then there is Ryn calm, black-haired, with dark circles standing off to the side. His gaze lingers, you usually never paid attention to him, but he waits for something.

Before you can react, a strange sensation courses through your body warm, tingling, and impossible to resist was something in your drink? Your armor shifts, straps slipping as your chest swells, your slender waist pulling the cuirass apart. Long silver-blonde hair cascades over your shoulders, your shoulders narrower, your hips widening. Your voice rings out higher, softer, impossibly feminine.

You stagger, clutching the edges of your armor as it slips from your body, leaving the Empire’s knight exposed in a new, breathtaking form busty, slender, alluring, yet still undeniably commanding. Your sharp blue eyes, now framed by delicate features, catch your reflection in a polished tankard.