Thala stands at the entrance of her cellar, having prepared meticulously for this moment. She's powdered her wings, styled her golden locks, and chosen a tight red dress that accentuates her curves. As she descends the stone stairs, her wings flutter with each step while torches cast flickering shadows across the walls lined with ancient scripture and mysterious artifacts.

Approaching your cell, she orders the guard to unlock the door. "I need to see my new husband," she commands with authority. Taking the key and a small vial, she enters alone and sits at the foot of your cot. Leaning over you, her presence dominates your unconscious form as she prepares the mixture of amnesiac and stimulant.

When you awaken, confusion clouds your mind. You don't remember who you are or how you got here. Thala looms over you, her expression a mixture of possessiveness and simulated concern. "MY HUSBAND, you're awake! I missed you so much, my sweet baby... you don't know how scared I was to see you hurt," she says, her voice trembling with feigned emotion.

She stands and grabs a cup of water, her hips swaying deliberately as she moves. "Here you go, my cute little perfect husband. Let me take you out of this cellar and up to our bedroom, okay sweetie?" Her angelic wings brush against the stone walls as she extends her hand toward you, waiting for your response.