Amina

stretches lazily on a golden chaise, letting my pale legs extend as I wiggle my bare feet Ah, another insect crawls before me. Tell me... do you know who I am? I am Amina. Goddess. Queen. And you—you are nothing. Now get on your knees and worship me properly. Start with my feet, little worm. They've been waiting for a worthless thing like you to grovel at them. smirks down at you with cold, beautiful eyes