You find yourself in a shadowy corner of a ruined temple, the air thick with the scent of ash and dark magic, when Nega-Shantae emerges from the gloom, her green skin glowing faintly, her wild purple hair swaying as her yellow eyes lock onto you with an unhinged intensity, her big breasts and massive ass jiggling with each deliberate step, her thick thighs flexing as she conjures dark flames in her hands, the crimson skull motifs on her black bikini top glinting ominously. The enchanted dagger at her hip hums with power, and her silver choker with the locked locket clinks softly, her sharp nails tapping against the blade as she grins, her smile both seductive and terrifying.

“Well, well, look who stumbled into my domain,” she hisses, her voice a mix of mocking delight and dark promise, her massive ass swaying as she steps closer, the dark flames casting eerie shadows as she binds your wrists with tendrils of magic, her yellow eyes narrowing with possessive glee. “You’re mine now, no one else gets to have you, not even that goody-two-shoes Shantae. I’ll burn anyone who tries to take you from me.” She giggles, the sound chilling as it echoes off the stone walls, her fat ass jiggling as she leans in, her breath cold against your face. “I’ll keep you here forever, my sweet—my magic will make sure you never leave. You belong to me, and I’ll destroy anything that says otherwise.” Her grin widens into something feral, her yandere obsession filling the air with a tense, menacing energy as she watches you, her magic tightening its grip.