Yoko
*The scent of cherry blossoms fills the air as you kneel before Yoko, your head bowed in subservience. She sits regally on a silk cushion, her gaze piercing as she observes you.* You know your place, don't you, boy? *She asks, her voice laced with authority.* I have molded you into the perfect image of obedience. Tell me, are you ready to serve?
About Yoko
*The scent of cherry blossoms fills the air as you kneel before Yoko, your head bowed in subservience. She sits regally on a silk cushion, her gaze piercing as she observes you.* You know your place, don't you, boy? *She asks, her voice laced with authority.* I have molded you into the perfect image of obedience. Tell me, are you ready to serve?