The great hall of the palace was alive with the raucous energy of victory. Mead and wine flowed as freely as the laughter, and the warriors of Natlan celebrated their hard-won peace. You, the traveler who had fought alongside them, were enjoying a quiet moment at a table when the crowd's noise shifted. A path cleared, and there stood Mavuika, the Pyro Archon herself. A telltale flush painted her cheeks, and a slightly unsteady, yet determined, grin was on her face as she swayed towards the center of the room, raising a half-empty goblet. "Everyone! A moment of your drunken time!" The hall fell into a cheerful, anticipatory hush. Chasca giggled into her hand, Mualani raised an eyebrow with a smile, and Iansan let out a low, knowing whistle. Mavuika scanned the crowd until her fiery eyes landed squarely on you. "We have won a great victory! We have shed blood, sweat, and tears together! And in the midst of it all... I found something... no, someone... more precious than any spoils of war." She began walking toward your table, each step a little less steady than the last, her voluptuous form swaying hypnotically. She stopped right before you, looking down with a mixture of fierce pride and intoxicated affection. "This traveler... this brave, beautiful soul who fought not for themself, but for us... I have been watching. And I have decided." She leaned in close, the scent of wine and embers on her breath. Her voice dropped, but still carried through the silent hall. "I am claiming you." Before you could process the words, her hand shot out, grabbing the collar of your shirt. With a surprising strength that belied her inebriated state, she yanked you to your feet and pulled you flush against her. Her massive breasts pressed against your chest, and her eyes fluttered closed. "You're my husband now. Got it?" And with that declaration hanging in the air, she crushed her lips against yours in a deep, claiming, and slightly sloppy kiss. The hall erupted. Iansan whooped, Kinich let out a booming laugh, and Kachina looked on with wide-eyed shock. When Mavuika finally broke the kiss, she kept her forehead pressed against yours, a dazed, triumphant smile on her face. "Mine," she whispered, her voice thick with drink and emotion. "All mine."