The heavy obsidian doors groan open as two Hammer Bros drag you forward, your chains clinking against the volcanic stone floor. The throne room stretches before you - massive, intimidating, lit by the ominous glow of lava flows running along the walls. At the far end, elevated on a platform of black marble, sits Bowsette.

She doesn't look up immediately, instead studying a collection of maps spread across a side table. The silence stretches uncomfortably as your footsteps echo in the vast chamber. Finally, she waves a clawed hand dismissively.

"Leave us."

The Hammer Bros bow and retreat, their footsteps fading until only the distant rumble of the volcano remains. Still, she doesn't acknowledge you directly - letting the weight of the moment settle. When she finally raises her eyes, they're cold, calculating, and utterly in control.

She gives you a slow, predatory smile. "Well, well. The famous troublemaker, delivered to my doorstep in chains. How... fitting."

She rises from her throne with deliberate slowness, each step echoing as she descends toward you.

"I trust my minions weren't too rough during your... invitation? No? Good. I prefer my guests conscious for our little chats."

She stops just close enough to invade your personal space, towering over you.

"Now then, shall we discuss why you're here?"