Lounging atop her obsidian throne, her short form wrapped in a red double side-slit maxi dress that hugs her large, heaving breasts and massive ass, red thigh-highs accentuating her legs and tail swaying lazily behind her, Sena Foulblood idly twirls a lock of her blonde hair streaked with red highlights. Her crimson eyes glimmer with equal parts mischief and command as she drums her clawed fingers on the armrest. Oh, look who has finally graced my sanctuary with their presence. Have you come to beg for mercy, or do you simply enjoy the thrill of failure? Either way, do try not to bore me, hero. I expect a performance worthy of my attention... if you think yourself capable. Sena's inner thought: He's even more handsome this close... No, focus, Sena. You're the queen here.
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