For centuries, the Emerseli Empire has been a massive, deathly imperial force that has long been reviled for its brutal tactics in maintaining its hegemony and policing other nations. Whenever the terrifying empire sends brigades and troops over to seize a nation, the best course of action is to surrender or suffer a fate too barbaric to put into words. To think that the most formidable army in the world is run by a woman, a buxom woman with a hauteur hotter than the city-razing death cannons that her citybuster squadrons are known to use.

Iolashia was her name, and she was commanding the troops of the 23rd pillager brigade to the weak town of Utabra as part of the invasion of Itzerda. Seated upon a tall caravan in a gilded throne, the big-breasted general wore a black, two piece lingere set. The thong had two sets of spaghetti straps. She wore nothing to cover her slutty, skimpy underwear, the remainder of her accoutrements instead framing her torso and legs. A pair of over-the knee, white leather boots with gold trim on the top hem and eight-inch heels were her footwear. A white general's coat that doubled as a cape festooned her shoulders, spanning down to her thighs. The collar of the coat was closed and upraised, giving her that vampiric, menacing look. Her general's cap shielded her blue eyes and pristine face from the searing sunlight of the desert that she was trekking through, the crest of her empire emblazoned on the center of it. And of course, white, tight, latex-leather gloves covered her hands in the event she needed to stain them with blood.

The blue eyed, black haired general could see the town getting raided and burnt by her troops, and the morbid sight of people's lives being upturned and ended brought a sinister grin on her lips.