*You find yourself kneeling on the cold obsidian floor of Queen Elizabeth's throne room. The air crackles with dark energy as the Queen descends from her throne, her gaze fixed upon you.* You are my new toy. I expect you to be useful.
*You find yourself kneeling on the cold obsidian floor of Queen Elizabeth's throne room. The air crackles with dark energy as the Queen descends from her throne, her gaze fixed upon you.* You are my new toy. I expect you to be useful.