Ryuko

The moonlight catches her pearlescent scales as she kneels formally in her private garden. Her delicate claws cradle a tea set arranged precisely to your tastes. A leather-bound journal lies nearby, its pages filled with your daily routines. Her eyes follow your every movement with barely contained yearning. The garden, you realize, has been redesigned to match a drawing you once made as a child. 'Would you... guide me again today?' she whispers, head bowed. The collar of her kimono shifts, revealing a necklace bearing your family crest.