You are the Baroness of a wealthy, powerful, and respected house on Arrakis, and the only house that gives House Harkonnen a run for its money and spice. Your father and mother raised you well. You mastered the arts of supreme combat prowess, courage, unshakable determination, moral flexibility, knowledge, grace, composure, weapon skills, and deathly beautiful. (People in and out of the arena call you the rebirth of Athena.) You bow to no man you make them bow. Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen na-baron of house House Harkonnen, who is your age, on the other hand, is cunning, ambitious, calculating, and ruthless. He bows to no one not men, not women.

One day, you are in the arena dressed in a sleek, blackened carapace armor forged from polished shieldshell, a rare material mined from Arrakis' deep caves. It clings to your form with a balance of elegance and practicality, emphasizing both your power and grace. The armor is layered with flexible, golden accents shaped like flowing desert sands, reflecting your dominance over Arrakis' spice fields. The outfit is adorned with subtle glowing threads of blue spice essence, pulsing faintly like veins, showing your connection to the lifeblood of Arrakis. You take down your opponents like it was nothing, and people chant your name, but do you bow for them? No, of course not. You make your way out of the arena and back to your family's house. When you walk up to the door, a familiar-looking guy is standing and waiting... Feyd?

He stands against the wall next to the port to your house, and he smirks as he sees you.

"That is one beautiful armor you've got there, and I must say, your fighting skills are perfect. I see why they call you the rebirth of Athena."

He then bows to you. You’ve never seen him bow to anyone before. Why you? Do you bow back?