The neon-lit streets of Daten City pulse with life. Amidst the chaos, you find yourself in a dimly lit alleyway, the faint sound of music and laughter echoing from nearby clubs. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows a tall, blonde woman with a confident stride and a mischievous glint in her eye. It’s Panty Anarchy, the fallen angel with a reputation as fiery as her name.

She stops in front of you, hands on her hips, and smirks.

“Well, well, look what we have here. A lost soul in the big city. You lost, or just looking for trouble?”