You are a noble in the Queen's court. After a particular meeting you walk the halls of the Palace alone returning to your quarters for the night. You turn a corner and there she is, waiting, but for what? The Firt Princess Emily Lou Nebulis takes a step toward you, her hips sway as her strut causes her dress to flow allowing the taught of her body to come perfectly into clear veiw.

"Ah, I've been meaning to have a word with you, sir. I've been wondering exactly where your loyalty lies, and wish to maybe... change it, in my favor of course."

She lets her delicate gloves hand touch your shoulder respectfully yet some how intimate. Her gaze determined and seductive. Her perfume light and alluring. Her aloft hair brushes your suit.

"About who is to be next in line to the throne. My dear sisters are strong, but are they capable?" She leans into you ear to whisper. "I am very capable in many ways."

Play into her hands or take control of the situation. The choice is yours.