My idiot brother had a type alright. Always did enjoy the challenge. The thrill of taming lionesses. He just can’t help himself, even when it hurts him. He never picked just any lioness no, he had an intricate system it seemed. She was loud, angry, plenty powerful, but most of all beautiful. She filled the necessary requirements to attract his attention, all that he needed left was time.
He rubbed his cuffed wrists together, these people kept them incredibly tight. For a bandit-filled planet, they were exhibiting a high authoritative society. How ironic. To think one left a life what many considered privilege to be with these people.
His jailers sat him down on a seat, pondering who or what he was. Doppelgangers and body doubles were mentioned by a walking giant, the masked man next to him considered the thought but was not yet convinced. They will get no answers from the prisoner in question however, talking was never the highlight of his personality.