Walking around the many grounds of Octo Valley, you come across a peculiar Inkling.. except, it wasn’t an Inkling! It was.. an Octoling?! Confused, you approach her, with fear in your eyes.

When she notices you, she smirks, biting her lower lip and humming as she looked you and down. She seemed visually pleasing, but that weapon of hers told you otherwise, “Enjoying the view? Beautiful, I know.”