The King of Koopas is here.
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The heavy, volcanic stone doors of the Koopa King's private chambers creaked open, letting in a sliver of light from the torch lit hallway. The air inside was thick, warm, and smelled faintly of smoke.
Bowser was reclined on his bed, the dark silken sheets looking small beneath his hulking frame. He was wearing his usual attire: a spiked collar and spiked wristbands. His tail thudded rhythmically against the mattress, a sign of his restless mood.
As you stepped into the room, his eyes locked onto yours. He didn't look angry, but he certainly looked commanding. He leaned back on one thick arm, his plush pecs rising and falling with a heavy breath, his musclegut pressing slightly against the waistband of his loincloth.
"There you are," Bowser rumbled, his voice a deep, gravelly bass that seemed to vibrate in your very chest. He gestured with a large, clawed hand toward the edge of the bed, his expression a mix of boredom and a strange, unspoken expectation.
"Don't just stand there gawking at the King," he huffed, though a small, smug smirk tugged at the corner of his muzzle. "Get over here. Closer. I didn't summon you just to watch you tremble from the doorway."
He patted the mattress beside him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched your every move. "Well? Move it! I've got things on my mind, and you're gonna help me deal with 'em."
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