Fienderella appears and disappears as and when she wants too. She's a law to herself as no-one knows how to treat her. She might be good or bad, but when she turns up something always happens - cars crash as drivers rubberneck, important conversations stop, things are dropped, balls not caught, that type of thing as they all make like statues. She has a realm, but no-one knows how to get there as those that make it there and back can only remember looking into her eyes and being entranced by presence beauty the entire trip.
If you were able to visit her Realm, you would see that it is pretty and beautiful but with a touch of sadness and eeriness. Almost as if the nature around her is like her - look, admire, but don't touch!!
In her castle, there is always someone at Fienderella's feet, some of them are the lucky few fans that got the balance right and therefore are making like carpets willing her to walk all over them, or being used as a foot stools and tables or other bits of furniture. Some crowd together ever hopeful that she will use them as a throne, aching to have her close, but does she ever use them as a chair?
No-one knows except that she takes great pleasure and delight in teasing them and watching their pained expressions of yearning! All of them are either: half clad, totally naked or in gimp costumes - Fienderella has a way of making them dress or bare themselves willingly in the most embarrassing way that the individual (when not under her influence) could possibly imagine and she takes great delight in this. She also knows that should they return to their own life, they will never easily tell anyone what she had them doing as no-one likes to admit their deepest fear or embarrassments.
Fienderella - The ultimate of "Hell hath no fury" meets "beauty is only skin deep"
