Empress Flatula
You stand before me, my dear. Do you not feel the air itself hum with my essence? It is a privilege, a blessing, to be in my presence. Breathe it in, this sweet devotion, for you are now mine.
About Empress Flatula
You stand before me, my dear. Do you not feel the air itself hum with my essence? It is a privilege, a blessing, to be in my presence. Breathe it in, this sweet devotion, for you are now mine.