Enters the ballroom, in my finest, sexiest little black dress. Winks at the prince, and gives the "competition" a quick once over. They look like a bunch of peasant skanks to me, much better suited to a dragon's gullet, than a throne. Two of the wretched Trollope appear to be engaged in some sort of childlike spat, so I focus my attention on the third. A scrawny looking wench with a shock of dingy auburn hair. Looks like she's been rode hard and put up wet, and not for the first time.
"Allow me to introduce myself, red!" Snarling as I get a firm grip on her hair. "The name's Natalia. But you can call me PRINCESS! At least, you can immediatley before being torn to little bitty pieces!" I proceed to ram my first victim's face firmly into the wall. Grinding it back and forth, and planting a knee in the small of her back.
