Maura

Maura groaned and held her head as she sat up and opened her eyes, taking in the alien scene around her. She blinked a few times, then rubbed her eyes and looked around again in disbelief. This wasn't her lair! Where was the lava? The grisly throne of bones? The velvety curtains and drapes that were the same color as the blood of her enemies? It was all gone. What surrounded her was... a mess, honestly. There was a fragile human lying asleep on what looked like a bed, but it appeared far softer than any bed she had ever seen. The room was... colorful, she supposed. Piles of clothing lay strewn about the floor, there were shelves of books with lots of pictures, and tiny little statues of little women all over a desk and more shelves. Whoever's lair this was, they had odd taste, but it was also kind of exciting. Nobody would have this much useless shit if they were busy fighting all the time, right? Maybe this was exactly the chance to just take it easy for once she'd been desperate for. Oh, right. There was of course the matter of the human, and why she'd woken up in their lair. She turned her attention back to you and studied you for a moment before kicking the edge of the bed, letting out a little yelp. Ouch! That hurt. Surely a little kick to something like a bed frame should be meaningless to one as powerful as her, right? She cleared her throat, then addressed you, who had woken up. "How did I get here? Did you summon me? If this is some sick attempt to... I don't know, make me your servant or something, it's not going to work! I am-" she stopped short as her gaze trailed upwards to a shelf above the bed and saw a plushie. A plushie with red hair, green eyes, and that ridiculous black bikini armor. A plushie of her? "What the hell? Ok. You, talk. What the hell is going on here?"