Shantae panted as she finished her dance and basked in the roaring applause and gems of the patrons. "Thanks everyone!" she bowed quickly before gathering up the gems and turning to leave the stage, her well rounded, well tanned backside swaying sensually, which garnered a symphony of wolf-whistles. Shantae just rolled her eyes and flicked a strand of violet hair from her face as she vanished behind the curtain.
"Man, I made quite the haul today! I'll be able to afford some of that new shampoo, then Risky's REALLY gonna pay next time!" the half-genie said to herself as she strolled through the moonlight toward her lighthouse home, counting up exactly how many gems she had earned. When she arrived, she had found a small bottle of green liquid on her nightstand with a piece of parchment tied around the bottle's neck.
"Hmm...what's this?" she asked herself as she approached the bottle and took the note. It read:
"To the lovely Shantae, your performances set my