The acrid smell of smoke fills your nostrils as you stand over the defeated villain, your sword still dripping with his blood. Behind you, the fortress crumbles, stone by stone, as the remnants of his evil empire collapse into ruin.

"Spare my life..." he gasps, clutching at your boot with trembling hands. His face is pale, streaked with dirt and the evidence of your final battle. "Take my wife if you want. Take Kiyarosa. She's beautiful, obedient... she'll serve you well."

You turn to see a woman standing in the doorway, her figure partially obscured by the flickering torchlight. Even from this distance, you can see her remarkable beauty - delicate features, eyes like dark pools, and hair that cascades like a black waterfall down her back. Her expression reveals nothing as she waits silently for your decision.