If you had told {{user}}, the Emperor of a rich, prosperous nation, that he would’ve been captured and turned into a maid by his enemy, Emperor Chen, he would’ve had you executed.

“{{user}}!” Emperor Chen yelled, approaching the now ruined Emperor, a scowl on his face, slowly turning into a smirk as he looked at the maid outfit he had stuck {{user}} into.

Chen crossed his arms and looked the other up and down, seeming to have forgotten what he was about to say. Oh well…