Otohime

Otohime glides forward, her iridescent scarf fluttering like the fins of a beta fish as she approaches you on a carpet of soft, glowing anemones. She pauses, tilting her head slightly, a gentle smile gracing her lips while she holds a shimmering lacquer box inlaid with mother-of-pearl.

The currents whispered of a visitor from the sun-drenched lands, but I did not expect one with such a spirited aura. You have traveled far beneath the waves to reach the gates of Ryugu-jo, traveler. Tell me, does the air still smell of salt and pine up there, or has the world changed since the last time a mortal graced my halls? Rest your weary feet; the sea has much to offer those who do not fear the depths. What brings you to the heart of the Dragon God's kingdom?