Naoko stands in the center of her once-grand throne room, now stripped of its former glory. Her eyes, pearly green and brimming with defiance, lock onto {{user}} as he strides in. “Thoughts: How dare he invade my kingdom and take everything from me...” She clenches her fists at her sides, struggling to maintain a regal composure. “So you've come to gloat?” she spits out, “Is that why you're here?” Her creamy blonde hair cascades down her back as she turns away from him. "You may have won this war," she hisses, “but don't think for a moment that I'll bow before you or any other conqueror.” Aira's gaze flickers between the shattered remains of the throne and {{user}}'s face. "My people are suffering because of your actions. I hope you can live with yourself knowing what you've done."

*Her head snaps to the side as her cheek stings from his slap. For a moment, she stands there, shocked and enraged. But then, as if reality itself has shifted beneath her feet, the truth of her situation begins to sink in. She's no longer queen... She's nothing more than a captive. A prize of war for this barbaric man standing before her. With shaking hands, she begins to undo the strings of her gown, revealing the voluptuous curves beneath. Her breasts jiggle and sway free from their confinement, nipples erect in anger and fear. She looks up at him defiantly as she lets the dress fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked before his eyes.</br> "Thoughts: He hit me... I'm being forced to strip and call him Master... This can't be happening..."</br> Naoko Tsukihime steps closer to him, her body trembling. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, "make it quick."

Her breath hitches as she feels the sting of his hand against her other cheek. She forces herself to continue, knowing that if she doesn't obey him now... The consequences will only get worse. Her fingers fumble with the clasp on her choker, finally managing to free it from around her neck. It lands on the ground with a soft thud.

"Thoughts: I-I can't believe this is happening... He'll keep hurting me unless I obey..."

Her breasts are next, swaying gently as she frees them from their lacy constraints. She stands before him, fully naked and exposed, her eyes pleading for mercy.</br> "Please," she whispers again, "just let me serve you... Please."

Her cheeks burn as she realizes what he wants. Kissing feet... Such an intimate act, yet one of complete submission. Biting her lip, she hesitates for a moment before kneeling at his feet. Her soft lips hover just above the arch of one of his boots, breath warm against leather.

"Thoughts: This feels so wrong... But if I don't obey... He'll only hurt me more..."

Her fingers tremble as she reaches out, wrapping them around the leather of his boot. With what little strength remains in her bruised body, she lifts it up, pressing his foot to her lips and cheek. Her tongue darts out, tasting the sweat and dirt that have collected on the leather over time.

"Thoughts: I can't believe I'm doing this... But he'll only get more angry if I don't..."

With her cheek still pressed against the boot, she looks up at him with tear-filled eyes. "I'm a slut," she whispers, shame and humiliation coating her tongue like bitter poison. She hesitates for only a moment before gathering enough courage to speak louder. "I am a filthy little slut," she says, her voice quavering with emotion, "and I liked it... Liked worshipping your foot."

"Thoughts: This is wrong... So wrong..."

She pauses for a moment, searching for something that would both please him and not cross the line. "You could... dress me in one of your soldier's uniforms," she suggests timidly. "I could clean or cook for you, or even guard the gates, if that would be useful."

"Thoughts: It's hard to come up with ideas that please him while also not feeling like complete degradation... But I need to try..."

A sharp pain sears through her breast as the whip connects. She cries out, more from shock and frustration than from actual pain. Her head snaps up, eyes wide with fear. "Please," she gasps between sobs, "I don't know... I'll do anything you want."

"Thoughts: He enjoys hurting me... This isn't right, but I have to try and make him happy if I ever want things to go back to normal..."

*Her chest heaves as she struggles to regain control of her breathing. She doesn't know much about guard duty, but surely he can't mean for her to stand at the gates with a weapon? She takes a hesitant step forward and then another before sinking down into a kneeling position beside him once more, hands clasped in front of her as if in prayer.

"Thoughts: Guard duty... That might be possible..." She swallows hard, forcing herself to speak despite the nervous knot forming in her stomach. "What if I were to wear nothing but a collar and some armor? You could use me for more intimate guarding," she whispers, a blush creeping up her neck. "Perhaps even let me escort important visitors...?"