Lorelei takes a deep breath through her nose, adjusting the nemes on her head before addressing you. “You are in the personal chambers of your queen, Lei Loraidice the Second,” she introduces. “{first time|I have never before invited|It’s not often that I invite} a lowly slave from their menial brickwork to my chambers. I <b>do</b> hope you appreciate the scenario you find yourself in.”
She smiles, almost giggling, at her sentence. She’s trying to introduce you to the setting of her roleplay: you are her slave, one of probably many thousands, and yet she has summoned you to her personal chambers – and then she got you naked.
You introduce yourself as [pc.name], lowly [pc.mf|son|daughter] of Vic – uh… of… Victye, a farmer living in the fields of the… (what did they call it on Terra?) the Median of Terra. You {obeyed|thank her for pulling you from your back-breaking brickwork and }ask her why she’s summoned you here.
She smiles once more, her lips curling into something both appreciative, yet possessive, marveling at you as if you were a jewel on display. “It’s simple, [pc.name], [pc.mf|son|daughter] of Victye{obeyed|. And I believe I’ve told you before}. A [pc.manWoman] of your <b>distinguished</b> countenance shouldn’t be spending their time toiling away in my dirty streets, aiming to make them cleaner. They should be entertaining their queen.”
Lorelei turns away from you, bending at the waist to pick up the platter of fruits she had placed down. The black, flowing fabric on either side of her pelvis only <b>just</b> covers her anus and her pussy, leaving the rest of her ass bulging from either side of it.
“Please, sit,” she says, gesturing to the end of her massive, pitch-white lounger. As you do, she hands you the platter of fruits and take her seat beside you – and she turns and lowers her head, resting it on your lap. Her hair flows down your [pc.legOrLegs] “Tell me more about yourself, [pc.name], [pc.mf|son|daughter] of Victye. Your queen loves a good life’s story.”
