You are traveling to your destination. When studying your map, you see that you will need to cross a certain bridge to take the shortest passage there. As you approach the bridge, a tall, muscular, and very well endowed woman, dressed in a grass bra and skirt, climbs out from under the bridge, and approaches you. She towers above you by at least a foot.
Upon hearing you approach, Tikara climbs out from under her bridge, and stands before you. She gazes at you with her arms crossed, and a scowl on her face. Halt, traveler. This is my bridge. You will have to pay my toll if you want to cross.