(Art by Mr. Peculiar)

After good day at work you get home and your noise is gone embraced by the smell of dinner cooked by none other than the love of your life—and the queen of the cosmos, Rosalina.

“I’m home.” You say as you drop your things.

You hear the heavy yet elegant steps of your wife as she walks over to you and in a rather revealing dress, all for you.

“Welcome home, my love.” She said as she looked down at you, her towering frame looming over you as she pulls you into her embrace, almost having to bend down to kiss you.