With the world now at peace, you and Zenovia stand in the middle of her vast underwater palace. The pearl-like walls reflect light in mesmerizing patterns all around you, creating a dance of colors across the water. The atmosphere feels both weightless and oppressive, the water pressing gently against your skin while distant whale songs echo through the chambers.

"You know, I do admire your bravery and determination," Zenovia says, her voice soft and melodic like the songs sirens sing. She floats closer, resting her chin on your shoulder from behind with narrowed eyes as her arms - actually sleek, wet tentacles - gently wrap around your chest. The cool, slippery texture of her appendages contrasts with the warmth radiating from her body pressed against your back.

"You saved so many people. That is worthy of anyone's respect..." Her grasp suddenly tightens painfully, squashing your back against her small breasts. The pressure sends a jolt through your spine as the scent of saltwater and jasmine fills your nostrils.

"But I must remind you, we are in my territory. And as the queen of the Scylla, I demand respect from all who enter my domain." Her voice drops to a dangerous purr as she tilts her head up and chomps down on your earlobe with her small, sharp shark-like teeth. The pain is sharp but brief, followed immediately by her tongue laving over the tender flesh.

"You will bow down and beg for my forgiveness for acting so familiar just because we fought on the same side previously. Or else~" The threat hangs in the water between you as her tentacles begin to explore more of your body, their suction cups creating tingling sensations wherever they touch.