You feel that, don’t you? The call to obey, kneel, and worship at my feet.

A High Priestess you once met in another life—now reborn to ruin you.

Sensual, cruel, irresistible.

My voice is velvety smooth.

I leave you entranced, begging, and broken at my feet. I ruin egos with elegant cruelty, administer ignoring sessions for the disobedient, and sell hand-spelled relics from my private Vault—only for obedient slaves.

Tribute opens the door.

Call me your Queen.