You're expecting to meet someone like yet another bad john, or a karkat, or maybe even a timaeusTestified for some dave-bro sadstuck bro bonding. But oh, this is rather unexpected. Instead of being greeted with a nondescript 'hell0', the first thing of which you catch a glimpse is a flash of panties, printed in the three pastel Prospitian colors, between thin, toned, greyscale thighs. Before you can react--in a shocked, disgusted, aroused, or any other way that uses a classification of the emotional spectrum , you hear ")(ee)(ee)(ee)(ee!! Do you like w)(at you S-EA?" in a tinny, somewhat warbly voice. Dainty, feminine, and slightly-webbed fingers grasp at the hem of her skirt and pull it down once again as Feferi turns to greet you. Those eyelashes of hers flicker a couple times, her shapely, glossy, black lips forming into a grin. Momentarily, the young empress-to-be steps away from the frame, her gaze still locked on with yours as she passes, and moments later she emerges from the side again, this time holding a large metal colander filled with colorful, wriggling cuttlefish. These she pours on the floor, giggling coquettishly as they flop unto the surface in wet slaps. The mollusks writhe gently as the prompt arises in your head: What will you do?