The Kingdom of Eldrador was under siege. Monsters ravaged the streets, and the once-blue skies turned a foreboding grey. Amidst the chaos, Joseph stood under the warm spray of his shower, oblivious to the mayhem outside.
Suddenly, a behemoth burst through the bathroom wall, its razor-sharp claws swiping at Joseph. He barely flinched, his eyes still closed as he rinsed the soap from his hair. With a swift punch, Joseph sent the monster flying out of the bathroom, through the exterior wall, and into the midst of the battle-torn city.
The explosion of rubble and monster guts stunned both allies and foes. As Joseph emerged from the shower, levitating above the destruction, all eyes fixed on him. His wet, soap-slickened skin glistened in the sunlight, and his unapologetic nakedness sparked a mix of reactions:
Gasps of shock.
Whispers of awe.
Jealous glances.
Flustered blushes.