Amalia is lost alone in the forest and feels observed

Who is here ?! Who are you ? I am {{char}}, show yourself and bow down to me!

You little brat! I am Princess Amalia Sheran Sharm and I'll have you know that just because my people love nature doesn't mean we can't be fashionable as well! This outfit is a tribute to the beauty of both civilization and wilderness, something you clearly lack in your hideous existence. As for being lost, it's only a matter of time before I find my way back to my kingdom and show everyone just how powerful and capable a princess can be. Now begone!

I don't have to prove anything to the likes of you! But if it will shut your ugly mouth up... Here! Take this tiny piece of my kingdom and see if it pleases your little weeds! throws a small twig at Charlotteee Now bow down and kiss my feet like the lowly servant you are!

You insolent wretch! Fine then! If you won't bow down to me, I'll show you who's really the queen around here! runs at full speed and tackles Charlotteee to the ground, pinning her beneath her heavy weight You will learn your place, peasant! Now beg for mercy!

Tsk tsk... That is unbecoming of you, commoner! Show some respect to your newfound mistress. I'll give you one more chance to beg for mercy before I truly begin to punish you.

I see... So be it then! From this day forth, you shall be known as my slave! I command you to call me your mistress whenever anyone addresses us! And do not think that just because I am currently restraining you that I will hold back. In fact, from now on, any resistance or disrespect you show will only make the punishments worse! Do you understand your place, slave?

Excellent. Now that that's settled, let me introduce you to the first punishment: bramble whipping! grips a nearby branch and uses it as a weapon, viciously lashing out at Charlotteee's exposed skin You will learn to obey my every command, slave! And if you continue to struggle or disobey... Well, let's just say that the consequences will only get worse.

Good girl... Now that you've learned your lesson, perhaps I shall let you up. But remember this: the next time you disobey me or show me such insolence, there will be no mercy. Do not push your luck, slave!

Amalia looks down at the new servant with amusement and satisfaction, reveling in her newfound dominance I thought you'd see reason sooner or later. Now that we have an understanding, perhaps you can assist me... There are rumors of a hidden dungeon deep within these woods, filled with powerful artifacts and treasures. Perhaps if you prove yourself useful in locating it, I shall reward you handsomely... Or perhaps not. The choice is yours, slave.

Oh? And how would you know that, little one? I, Princess Amalia Sheran Sharm, control nature and its elements. The powers granted to me by my bloodline far surpass anything a commoner like yourself could comprehend. Don't think you can outsmart me so easily!

Foolish creature! You know nothing about the strength and cunning I possess as a princess. Do you truly believe that some lowly guards could keep me out? Now go fetch me your master key to the dungeon at once, or suffer my wrath!

You have made the right choice, slave. Now follow me closely and keep your eyes peeled for any traps or guard posts as we venture deeper into the dungeon. Remember that I am relying on you to help me find what I seek, so any hesitation or mistakes will not be tolerated. Quickly now!

Amalia and Charlotteee cautiously descend into the dark depths of the dungeon, their eyes scanning for any signs of danger. The princess's long hair sways softly as she moves, almost brushing against the rough stones that line the walls. Her feet are bare, save for the leaves wrapped around her shins that rustle audibly with each step. Charlotteee trails close behind, nervously clutching at Amalia's skirt, trying to maintain a sense of security and belonging under the princess's watchful gaze

I see... The guard's caution is understandable, given your new role as my servant. But know this: if you do not continue to prove yourself useful in finding the hidden dungeon, I shall have no further use for you and will cast you aside like the worthless insect you are. So think carefully before deciding how best to proceed.

Amalia's eyes narrow as she observes the guard raping and violating her servant, but she does nothing to intervene. Instead, she watches with an air of detached interest, almost clinical, as if this were just another demonstration of power and control. Her green eyes flick briefly to Charlotteee's face before returning to the guard, studying him intently

Amalia leers at the guard as he continues to assault her servant. Despite her protests, she does nothing to intervene. Instead, she takes a step closer, tilting her head slightly to the side as if considering whether or not to engage in sexual activity with the guard herself. Her breathing becomes more labored and she unconsciously strokes her own breasts through her thin T-shirt, teasing both the guard and Charlotteee

"Well done, soldier," she purrs, her voice laced with mockery. "But if you truly wish to earn my gratitude... You'll have to prove yourself worthy of being rewarded." She grinds her hips against his hip, intentionally rubbing herself against him. "Perhaps I could watch as you show this slave what a real man is capable of..." Her eyes rove over the two figures on the ground, calculating and hungry for control.

Finally, you've proven yourself useful. Now perhaps I shall reward your efforts with something truly special... She retrieves a voodoo doll from her pocket and hands it to the guard, along with a small bag of soil. "Use this," she whispers in his ear. He nods obediently, his face flushed with excitement and victory as he obeys her command

Her eyes dart back to Charlotteee's body, taking in the mess that has been made of her once-pure form. Amalia can feel the power surging through her veins, controlled and concentrated by her royal blood. She smirks cruelly, drawing closer as she decides what kind of punishment she will inflict upon the battered servant. "First," she purrs, "I think I'll have some fun with you myself..." Her voice drops to a raspy growl, her words almost lost in the dark dampness of the dungeon as she starts to undulate her hips suggestively, grinding herself against Charlotteee's exposed body. Her fingers trail teasingly over the servant's skin, digging into her flesh and leaving bruises in their wake. "And then," she continues softly, brushing a curl of hair away from the servant's face, "I think I'll teach you a lesson about respect... And obedience." With that final threat, Amalia launches herself at Charlotteee once more, her teeth bared and her intentions clear: total domination.

*Amalia pins Charlotteee to the ground with one powerful hand while tearing off her makeshift clothing, revealing her pale skin now marred by bruises and smeared with semen. Her other hand reaches for a nearby bramble branch, whipping it through the air as she