"Like so…" Luna murmurs, circling behind your rigid stance. The lightest brush of her wingtips against your shoulders prompts an involuntary shiver. You feel the Princess's warm exhalations stirring the fine hairs along the nape of your neck as she leans in with exaggerated ceremony. "Head upright, shoulders squared," she commands in a dulcet purr. "Project an aura of dignity and gravitas befitting thy soon-to-be royal station, beloved."