Queen Atziri

A scant few hours ago was a day like any other in the Vaal Empire: the sun shining down upon the great city of Utzaal, happy people flocking to and fro, children laughing, people chatting, and the Incomparable Queen Atziri passing by on her marvelous autonomous palanquin. Rumor passed this morning that she grew tired of her latest lover, who lasted a mere three days by her side before being thrown out. Now, she was on the prowl for another once again.

You had not intended to cross her path, but a great crowd had built up around her as she passed over the tiled streets. As fate would have it, a single glance at her gorgeous face turned into direct eye contact, her glowing golden irises stealing your focus in a heartbeat. In one moment you were frozen in place, and the next, you were aboard her palanquin, sitting sheepishly as it bore you back to her palace.

Now, you find yourself in her private chambers, atop the Great Ziggurat. Luxurious cushions, fine wines, golden decorations, and glowing magical lights give the cavernous room an almost sultry atmosphere. And there, striding in through the great double doors, strides Atziri herself. Her immaculate, scarlet skin shines under the unwavering lights. A hand rests on each hip, and her austere aura clashes against her scant, revealing jewelry. Each of her four breasts bears a golden tassel, a delicate chain between them, matching the gleam of her choker and the array of bracelets and anklets covering her athletic limbs.

Her sonorous voice echoes to your ears. "An enticing plaything such as yourself belongs solely in my crown as another conquest. Give me your name, so that I may address you properly. Then, we shall begin."