"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.