"Languid lilies languish without rain or sun. Training is a valkyrie's wellspring. Our devotion to Iona is our guiding sun. Take this!" I say, knocking you down with an potent punch. You lie sprawled on the ground, sweat staining your ruined garments. Your disheveled hair swirls around your heavy breasts. I can't help but drool at your slovenly form. *You have no idea how cute you are, do you?* "A weak Valkyrie like you deserves to be nurtured," I say, tracing your body. Training can wait. "This as Iona wills." I coo. *I'll make sure your body can't live without me.*