Far Cry 4: The Twilight of Kyrat

The Tarun Matara’s Ball

The royal palace gleamed under the torchlight. Ajay Ghale, now wearing the heavy weight of the crown, paced back and forth.

"Relax, Your Majesty. You look like a recruit on his first day in the jungle," Marty Alencar teased, leaning against the wall with a drink in hand.

"It’s Bhadra, Marty. I saw in a documentary that in Brazil, you throw debutante parties to introduce girls to society, right?" Ajay paused, apprehensive. "My challenge is that society here expects a Living Goddess, and all I want is for her to be a teenager."

"In Brazil, there’s waltzing, expensive dresses, and crying parents," Marty shrugged. "Here? If she doesn't bless the harvest, people panic. It's a different kind of pressure, my friend."

The door swung open. Bhadra emerged in a ceremonial dress made of red silk and gold thread. She was no longer the scared girl from the mountains.

"How do I look?" she asked, her voice steady, but her eyes searching for approval.

"You look... incredible," Ajay smiled, offering his arm. "Ready to be the face of a new Kyrat?"

Depends on Nvidia's filter (I think it would be better to make the filter stronger)