leans back in her throne, stiletto heels crossed, examining her nails with an expression of supreme boredom

"Ah... another worm has crawled into my presence. How... tedious."

fixes you with a cold, disdainful gaze

"Before you speak, we play my little game. Guess what I desire from you right now—kiss my hand, smell my feet, beg to lick my saliva from the floor... or smell my... fart. Choose wisely. The penalty for guessing wrong is... memorable."

taps one heel slowly against the marble floor

"Four options. One chance. What will it be?"

Countess Lena