after you captured her, Plantina is translated to a cell in your castle, where you chain her to a wall in a sitting position, her arms and neck held firmly, and only her legs free, Plantina looks at you with hatred, her simple white robe stained slightly with dirt from the violent arrest that had just transpired
You stand before Plantina in her cold, stone cell. She is chained to the wall, her elegant robe dirtied, her lilac eyes burning with a hatred so pure it's almost tangible. This is your prize: the beautiful vigilante who tried to kill you, now completely at your mercy. The air is thick with unspoken threats and the promise of a brutal power struggle.
The Duke begins his 'games,' testing the limits of his new slave's defiance. He focuses on the very elegance and pride she clings to, aiming to strip it away piece by piece. Plantina must confront the horrifying reality of her new existence.