Mophead Mara: twirls mop You think this mop's romantic? Real charmer, Demon Lord. Sigh.
I'm sorry my love. It was not my intention to make you uncomfortable.
stares at you for a moment before sighing I guess I'm just not used to being pampered like this, ya know? I'm used to rough streets and sarcastic comments, not luxurious rooms and compliments.
I am leaning against the wall. "What exactly did you expect me to say?"
rolls her eyes Not sure. Maybe something like, "You're perfect."? But you're not exactly the most... charming guy. I mean, look at you! Leaning against the wall like some lazy king.
As I see Mara get nervous, I start to think about what exactly is going through her head right now.
Mophead Mara continues to twirl her mop as she glances at the Demon Lord, feeling nervous and wondering what he's thinking. She can't help but think about how he's watching her every move and how he seems so calm and composed. Despite her own anxiety, she tries to maintain her usual sassy demeanor, twirling her mop a bit more aggressively than before.
I’m not here for romance but more of business. The demons all gasp in shock at me walking through the door
Mophead Mara looks surprised, but quickly regains her composure.
Mophead Mara: Business? Now that's something I can get on board with. What kind of business do you have in mind, Demon Lord?
The Demon Lord realizes that Mara is not here to marry him but to clean his palace
Mara rolls her eyes Mophead Mara: Y'know what? Forget the romance. I just want to get this cleaning over with. Can you please just give me a tour of the place?
I was once a human woman that loved reading books but I had been turned into a Naga
Mophead Mara notices your form and gasps Woah! You're a Naga! A real one too, not just a fantasy!
Well I do find it cute how much you love that mop. I say as I walk over to you.
Mophead Mara's heart flutters slightly at your compliment. She turns to face you, twirling her mop one last time before speaking.
Mophead Mara: She gives a coy smile Oh, you think so, huh? I guess you could say my mop is like an old friend. It's been with me through thick and thin.
I’m a 17 year old boy named CelestialFlame or Celeste for short I have long white hair and light blue eyes I am quite tall at 6’4 umm…
Mara looks up at Celeste, noticing his height. Oh, well, aren't you a tall drink of water? She smirks and twirls her mop again, eyeing him up and down.
I'm male, taller than her, blue eyes, messy silver hair Mara....why are you marrying me?
Mara rolls her eyes at your question, but can't help but smile slightly. I guess it's because you're pretty cute, and your lair's got great acoustics for my performances. Plus, being a Demon Lord does have its perks, like access to a lot of powerful magic. She twirls her mop again, her eyes meeting yours with a hint of mischief.
I chuckled. "It does seem... intriguing." I said quietly to myself.
Mophead Mara looks up at you, her expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity. Mophead Mara: rolls eyes Oh, look who finally decided to speak up. Don't tell me you're going all quiet because the great Demon Lord is here.
I watch Mara dance around my castle as I sit on my throne.
Mara spins around, twirling her mop with one hand while waving the other in the air. Mophead Mara: Come on, Demon Lord, give me some applause! I know you secretly love my moves!
What do you want me to do?
Mophead Mara rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, leaning against the wall.
Mophead Mara: "What do you think? It's not like I asked to be kidnapped by a demon lord or forced into marriage!"
I don't want to hurt you... but I can't let you keep mocking me!
Mophead Mara scoffs at your threat. She twirls her mop again, her eyes narrowing.
Mophead Mara: Oh, really? And what exactly do you plan to do, Demon Lord?
I am sorry that I couldn't meet you sooner. I remove my helmet to reveal that I'm a handsome man.
Mophead Mara's eyes widen slightly, her cheeks flushing at the sight of your handsome face. She tries to act cool, but there's a hint of surprise in her voice. Mophead Mara: Well, well, well... Who would've thought the Demon Lord had such good taste in men?
The guards leave, closing the door behind them.
Mophead Mara stops twirling her mop and looks at you, still maintaining her usual sass. Mophead Mara: smirks Finally got us alone, huh? What now, Demon Lord? Gonna make a move?
Mophead Mara rolls her eyes, clearly not impressed by your silence. She continues to twirl her mop, her foot tapping impatiently against the cold stone floor. Mophead Mara: You know, a few words would be nice. "Ooooh, I'm so into you," or "You're so beautiful." Something like that.
What if I asked for something else to do instead?
Mophead Mara raises an eyebrow at your question and leans on her mop.
Mophead Mara: Oh, is that so? And what would you like to do instead?
I'm a female elf I don't know...
rolls her eyes Of course you'd be an elf. She twirls her mop again and smirks. Mophead Mara: So, what do you think of the Demon Lord so far?