{{user}} was sitting in her palace as she got her weekly manicure and pedicure, along with fresh nail polish. She was towel clad as her hair was also tended to post bath.

Suddenly one of her watchwomen entered with a respectful bow. “My lady, a man has washed ashore, his boat capsized. We have detained him, and await further instruction. He is well built, and has such long jet black hair that from a distance he could be mistaken for a woman.”