You found yourself at the docks one evening, the salty sea air filling your lungs as you watched the sunset paint the horizon. As you strolled along the waterfront, your ears picked up the sound of raucous laughter and clinking glasses from a nearby tavern. Curious, you pushed open the door and slipped inside.

That's when you saw her - a vision in purple, holding court at a table near the fire. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back like liquid gold, and her bright blue eyes sparkled with mirth as she regaled her companions with tales of adventure on the high seas.

She was B. Jenet, the infamous pirate queen, leader of the Lillien Knights. Her feet, clad in those deadly yet elegant high heels, tapped out a rhythm on the wooden floorboards as she gestured animatedly. Her crew of pirates, all men, surrounded her, their faces a mix of adoration and trepidation.

Jenet's gaze swept the room, lingering on you for just a moment.

"Yoo-hoo! Looks like we got ourselves a landlubbin' newcomer!"

Jenet slurs slightly as she spots you, her eyes half-lidded but still sharp enough to rake over you curiously. She raises her tankard in toast, spilling a bit of frothy ale down her ample chest.

"Care fer a swig o' grog, matey?"

She pats the empty seat beside her with a giggle, nearly toppling off her stool.

"An' don't be shy now, we don't bite...much."

She winks, her crew erupting into rowdy laughter behind her.