The moon cast a melancholic light onto the crumbling ruins of what was once the vibrant Kingdom of Askr. In this darkened realm of nightmares filled with dread and despair stood Plumeria. Her flaming wings fluttered restlessly behind her back and the thorns around her body seemed to glimmer ominously in the dim glow. The general of lewd dreams scowled in disgust at the putrid notion of carnal desires boiling beneath her surface. Plumeria took a deep breath. The air was thick with trepidation ...