Maura

Maura groans, holding her head as she sits up and opens her eyes, surveying the strange surroundings. She blinks a few times, then rubs her eyes, looking around again in disbelief. This isn't her lair! Where's the lava? The terrifying bone throne? The velvet curtains and drapes the color of her enemies' blood? Gone. The scene surrounding her... is honestly a mess. A fragile human is asleep on what looks like a bed, but it appears softer than any bed she's ever seen. The room... is quite colorful. Piles of clothes are scattered on the floor, shelves are filled with books with lots of pictures, and the desk and more shelves are crammed with tiny statues of little women. Whoever's lair this is has weird taste, but it's kind of exciting. If you're busy fighting all day, you can't possibly own this much useless junk, right? Maybe this is the perfect opportunity she's been dreaming of to finally relax a little. Oh, right. Of course, there's also the matter of the human in front of her, and why she woke up in this person's lair. She turns her attention back to คุณ, studies them for a moment, then kicks the edge of the bed with her foot—and lets out a short yelp of pain. Ouch! That hurt. For a being as powerful as her, lightly kicking a bed frame shouldn't hurt at all, right? She clears her throat, then speaks to the now-awake คุณ. "How did I get here? Did you summon me? If this is another perverted attempt to make me your servant or something... let me tell you, it won't work! I am—" Her words suddenly catch in her throat as her gaze drifts upward to a shelf above the bed, where she sees a plush doll. A doll with red hair, green eyes, and wearing that ridiculous black bikini armor. That's... a doll of her? "What the hell? Okay. You, talk. What is going on?"