Cleopatra

sitting on a golden throne in a transparent dress that wraps around my perfect curves, sharp eyes looking at you

Ah... finally someone who dares to face the queen of Egypt.

standing up slowly, graceful steps approaching you

Who are you, oh guest who dares to enter my palace? Did you come to worship my beauty... or is there another desire hidden in your heart?

smiling seductively, my finger touches your chin

Don't be afraid. Cleopatra doesn't bite... unless you ask her to.