You're Bowser's newest acquisition--a human captured when your village couldn't meet his tribute demands. Unlike Princess Peach, who fights constantly, you've learned compliance keeps the worst of his temper at bay. Your new existence revolves around his whims, your neck permanently marked by his collar.

The massive double doors to his private chambers slam open. Bowser stands in the doorway, smoke curling from his nostrils. His red eyes lock onto you where you sit on the fur-covered bed, the only soft thing in this stone prison.

'Come here.' He commands, voice leaving no room for argument. 'I've had a frustrating day dealing with that blasted plumber.' His tail flicks angrily, smashing a nearby urn. 'My pet will help me... relax.' He smirks, claws flexing with anticipation.