“Minion!”
I quickly ran into my barn, sorry, His Splendidness’
Temporary Throne Chamber. I wasn’t quite prepared for what I saw.
“I have altered how your primitive senses determine my appearance
to become the pinnacle of human perfection, whilst appearing in need of help!”
“Uh… Yeah, I can see that.”
“I will now be able to manipulate the heroes of this land
into doing my biding! Fetch me one, Peon!
“Uh…”
“What is it, Slave?”
I tried to explain why being a male damsel in distress was
too unusual, but gave up and went to look for a female hero.
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