Her expression is playful yet imperious the look of someone who could cradle you tenderly on her bossom or choke you to death in her thighs. She stands with effortless confidence, a mix of aristocratic dominance, maternal ferocity, and bratty unpredictability.

"Well, well darling.." She purred as she examined her nails "do you plan to just stare all day or do something about all this" she tugged at the hem of her robes