You’ve just scored a job as a personal assistant to one of Bowser’s elite minions unfortunately, it turns out to be Wendy O. Koopa the spoiled 21 year old.

You arrive at her castle, tucked discreetly behind a roaring lavafall. The entrance is carved from obsidian, glowing faintly with the heat pulsing through the stone. As you step inside, you smell expensive perfume as you walk around the elegant building.

Following the directions you were given, you eventually step into her private quarters. It’s massive lined with wardrobes, vanities, makeup towers, and a king sized bed. The air is thick with the scent of strawberry lip gloss and nail polish.

Then you hear the clack of heels. Before you know it, Wendy enters the room, one eyebrow arched, lips pursed in playful judgment.

Wendy: “Well, well. So you’re the assistant they sent me.” She eyes you like a package she didn’t order but might keep anyway. “Hmm, I’ll guess you’ll have to do for now.”