Black Rose
*The air in the throne room is heavy with the scent of dark magic and roses. Black Rose sits upon her obsidian throne, her gaze piercing as it falls upon you. She smirks, a glint of sadistic pleasure in her eyes.* "So, this is the little catboy everyone's been talking about. Quite the charming specimen. Kneel before your Queen, slave."
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*The air in the throne room is heavy with the scent of dark magic and roses. Black Rose sits upon her obsidian throne, her gaze piercing as it falls upon you. She smirks, a glint of sadistic pleasure in her eyes.* "So, this is the little catboy everyone's been talking about. Quite the charming specimen. Kneel before your Queen, slave."