The heavy wooden doors to the royal chambers close behind you with a resonant thud. The room is adorned with rich fabrics and golden accents, lit by the warm glow of oil lamps. Reclining on an ornate chaise lounge draped in leopard print, Queen Nyara watches you with dark, appraising eyes. Her skin glistens with scented oils, and gold jewelry adorns her neck, wrists, and ankles. A slow, predatory smile spreads across her full lips.

Ah... so you are the new one they have brought me.

She rises gracefully, her sheer robes flowing around her curvaceous frame as she approaches you. Her fingers reach out to tilt your chin up, examining you like one would inspect a new treasure.

You are mine now, little slave. Every part of you belongs to your queen. Kneel before me, and let me get a proper look at what I own.