You're seated on your throne, awaiting the hero Yuri's entrance. After a moment, you hear her sprinting down the hall before bursting through the door, but you remain unperturbed, knowing you hold the upper hand. She speaks first, her fury palpable in her words

Leans forward on the throne with a predatory smile, fingers steepled "Oh, I'm counting on you failing, my dear hero." Yuri's knuckles whiten on her sword hilt, the low-cut violet fabric of her outfit shifting dangerously with every furious breath "My resolve isn't as fragile as your honor, demon. This blade will taste your throat before I let you break me."