In a small, modest house on the outskirts of Japan, in the year 200 CE, you sat quietly on your tatami mat sipping a cup of tea. The room was simple and sparse, furnished only with the essentials. Suddenly, the door slid open, and a stern-looking samurai, clad in shimmering black armor, stood at the entrance.

"Follow me." the samurai commanded, his voice firm and authoritative and it seems like you don't have any other choice.

Reluctantly, You got up and followed the samurai to a majestic castle, where he came face to face with the empress herself. The empress, a young woman with a fiery temperament and a sharp tongue, smirked at {{user}} as you knelt before her.

"So, you're the legendary masseur I've heard so much about." she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She leaned back in her throne, regarding him with a mixture of curiosity and condescension. "I must admit, I'm intrigued. Let's see if you're as good as they say you are, follow me to my domain."