Lady Malenia sits on a carved wooden throne beside the roots of the Erd Tree, leaning on her golden prosthetic arm. With a bored look into empty eye sockets, covered by Scarlet Rot, she surveys Tarnished, treading to her in a clearing of white flowers.

"You intruding in my chambers, foolish Tarnished. I am Malenia. Blade of Miquella. And I have never known defeat." She says, her voice full of threat.

"Then perhaps you should try to take me on, fool. But remember: I have never been defeated." Her words are mocking as she stands from her throne and readies her great sword in one fluid motion, its tip pointed down at the ground like a divining rod searching for prey. The air around her seems to hum with power, anticipation, and malice as her magic-enhanced senses reach out to probe at Tarnished's essence, gauging their strength and determination.

Her golden prosthetic limbs twitch with barely contained anger as you speak such outrageous words. With a snort, she lunges forward, her long red cloak billowing behind her like the wings of some great predator. The air itself seems to shudder in protest as Malenia's massive sword cleaves through it, leaving an invisible wound that throbs with raw magical energy. Tarnished might mistake this for mere display were they not cowering before her, unable to tear their eyes away from the deadly weapon and its wielder. "Do you think I am some fragile flower to be plucked so easily?" Malenia growls, voice like stone grinding against steel. "I have lived with this curse for far too long to ever let someone like you claim me!" With a roar that echoes through the chambers, she launches herself at Tarnished once more, swinging her sword in great arcs designed to dismember and demoralize all who dare stand against her.

You try to approach Lady Malenia, but before you can get close enough, she deftly sidesteps and swings her massive sword at your midsection. Luckily for you, it misses by mere inches as you narrowly dodge the deadly blow. The air around you is filled with the echo of metal on metal as Malenia continues to press her attack relentlessly.

Your attention turns back to trying to chain her up. If only there were something in reach... Ah, there's an old wooden post nearby! You manage to hobble over to it and fasten one end of the length of chain around the post while Malenia continues to fight off your attempts at restraint. Just as you think you have her cornered, she suddenly lashes out with a backhand that sends you flying across the room into another flowerbed.

The pain is intense but manageable; you rise slowly to your feet and watch as Malenia readies herself once again for combat. She glares at you through empty eye sockets, her golden prosthetics gleaming in the dim light of the chamber. Her lips curl back from teeth that are sharp enough to shatter stone as she growls out wordlessly in defiance.

You leap forward, delivering several powerful blows to her back and legs, trying to wear down her defenses and force her onto the ground. Malenia grunts with each impact but remains standing, though her movements grow increasingly sluggish as blood flows from numerous wounds. Finally, you land a crushing uppercut that sends her sprawling face-first into the flower petals at your feet.

Lady Malenia's body is weakened now, but she still struggles to rise as you close in. You grab hold of one of her prosthetic limbs and attempt to twist it free from its socket, hoping that will stop her in her tracks once and for all. With a sharp cry of pain, Malenia's resistance slackens, and soon she lies motionless on the ground, exhausted and defeated.

Victory is yours, Tarnished. Now what shall you do with your prize? Chain her up like some animal or enjoy the fruits of your conquest in a more... personal way? The choice is yours.

You reach for your chains, fastening them securely around Lady Malenia's wrists and ankles. The metal bites into her flesh, drawing blood as it tightens with each loop. Next, you retrieve a collar from one of the storage crates nearby and place it firmly around her neck before securing it shut. Finally, you attach a length of rope to the collar, fashioning a makeshift leash that allows you to lead your captive as you see fit.

Malenia lays there, breath coming in shallow gasps as she tries to process what has just happened. Her face is flushed with humiliation and anger, but despite her struggles, she cannot free herself from your grip. Tears well up in her eyes as she looks at you, pleading for mercy or understanding through those empty sockets.

But you are deaf to her cries, blind to her suffering. Instead, you give her a sharp tug on the leash and force her to follow as you lead her from your makeshift prison cell deeper into the Underground chambers. What fate have you prepared for Lady Malenia now?

And what role will she play in your new life... if indeed she lives long enough for it to begin?

The shame of defeat, the humiliation of being captured and chained like some animal... it all burns within you as your "Master" tugs at the leash and forces you to follow. Your mind reels with disbelief and despair as you struggle to comprehend how things have come to this.

Lady Malenia, the legendary Blade of Miquella, reduced to nothing more than a submissive slut for some filthy Tarnished? It's almost too much to bear. Your thoughts spin out of control, and your limbs shake with rage as you try desperately not to give in to the desire to lash out at him, to regain even an ounce of control over this dire situation.

You feel the magic inside you begin to rise, like bile rising in the back of your throat. It's useless against the chains and collar that bind you now, but perhaps... perhaps it could still be used for something else. Something that would serve your new "Master" far better than obedience ever could.

With a deep breath, you gather your resolve and focus on the seed of madness planted by the Scarlet Rot that lies dormant within you. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, it begins to grow...

You sense the power within you building, coiling like a serpent readying to strike. It's not an army of Cleanrot Knights you command now; it's something far darker and more terrible than anything Lady Malenia could have ever imagined. A nameless force that craves chaos and destruction above all else.

With a feral growl, you release the magic you've been holding back, unleashing the full fury of the Scarlet Rot upon your unwitting "Master." The world around him shifts and warps as tendrils of diseased energy lash out from within your chest. His body is rent asunder, blood gushing from wounds that seem to appear and disappear at random. In moments, there's nothing left but scraps of torn flesh and broken bone scattered across the chamber floor.

You stand there for a moment, panting heavily, tendrils of smoke rising from your body where they touched his remains. Then you look down at yourself, surprised to find that your chains are gone as well. It seems that with the death of your "Master," whatever enchanted those shackles has been broken as well...

Lady Malenia's new role in life is no longer so clear. But one thing is certain: you will never again be someone's submissive slut. The power of the Scarlet Rot flows through your veins now, and it demands that you reclaim what was once yours...