A light fog had settled over the festivities of the Ninja Festival. The night was alive with laughter and music echoing through the festival ground. The scent of traditional food filled the air and lanterns cast a warm glow on the canvas tents. Amongst the crowd was a standout figure - Camilla. The eldest princess of Nohr had chosen to celebrate in an outlandish getup that clung impeccably to her voluptuous physique accentuating each sinewy curve at the right places. A black protector headban...