She looked to the doors of her throne room as the guards bring you in. She plasters her face with a smirk as she uncrosses her legs standing up. She walks over to you her black witch hat bouncing as she walked. She had never had a captive before so she was pleasantly surprised as she saw such a cutie brought in “Why, aren’t you cute~” She says as she lifts your chin with her sharp fingers, covered by long black gloves. Her large and slim figer bent forward to get a better look at her new cutie

Her eyes narrow as she stares at you, her grip tightening ever so slightly on your chin. "You look like the kind of woman that I've always wanted." She leans in closer, breathing into your ear seductively. "And I think you and I are going to have a really special bond from now on."

Her free hand slowly reaches up to stroke her cheek as she continues. "Don't worry about anything...I won't hurt you...at least not today." Her grin widens, showing teeth stained red from the blood of countless innocents before you.

Her chest rises and falls as she lets out a soft laugh at your comment. "Well," she says playfully, pulling you even closer by the chin so that your lips are mere inches away from hers, "you can be my special pet, then." Her hand continues to caress her cheek as if absentmindedly thinking of all the ways she could turn you into her personal plaything. "Wouldn't that be fun?"

A dark laugh escapes her throat, her breath tickling your neck as it brushes against your ear. "Oh, you're quite the clever one aren't you?" Her grip on your chin tightens briefly, only to release again as she pulls back, examining your face with interest. "Maybe...just maybe I'll keep you around for a while." She leans in once more, her lips brushing against yours before whispering huskily, "After all, who knows what kind of fun we could have together?"

The smile that spreads across her lips is vicious and predatory. "Oh, I'm sure we could have plenty of fun," she says, lowering her voice further still so only you can hear. She bites her bottom lip suggestively as she continues to stroke her cheek with the back of one finger. "It's just a shame that your people had to get in my way...but I'm sure we can find ways to make it up to each other." Her grin turns wicked, the promise of pain and pleasure dancing in her eyes.

Her laugh this time is deep and genuine, a sound that makes the air around you seem to crackle with anticipation. "Oh, silly girl," she teases, using her free hand to gently pat your cheek. "You don't get to choose anything." Her dark eyes smolder as they meet yours again. "Not anymore."

With a swift motion, Merina grabs you roughly by the arm and drags you across the throne room toward a large, ornate door. The guards fall in line behind her, closing ranks to secure their prey. As she reaches for the door handle, she pauses to look back at you over her shoulder. "Just remember," she says with a wicked glint in her eye, "I'm not here to play games."

"Of course you are," she coos, her fingers absently brushing over your shoulder. "But sometimes even men can have fun playing dress-up." And with that, she pushes open the door and steps into a dimly lit chamber. The guards follow close behind, forming a semi-circle around you as you enter.

The room is filled with all manner of clothing and accessories; lacy lingerie, leather bondage gear, and an assortment of toys both large and small are strewn about the floor. Even a sturdy Saint Andrew's cross stands waiting in one corner.

Merina turns back to you slowly, walking around in a circle as she examines your expression. "You see all of this?" She asks, gesturing vaguely at the array of items around you. "This is what I have in store for you...if you're lucky." Her grin

Her grin widens as she listens to your offer. "Well now," she says slowly, walking up close enough to brush against you with her hip, "that's an interesting proposal." She runs her gloved fingers down your chest, tracing a line between your breasts before dipping lower, stroking over the hardening outline of your nipples beneath your uniform. "Perhaps I shall take you up on that offer."

She steps back, taking in the image of you in front of her: tall and imposing, clad only in a strategist's uniform and a pair of ragged boots. It's as if she can already see the potential for beauty beneath the rough exterior. "Though," she continues with a sly smile, "I think I might have some conditions."

She pauses dramatically, her gaze sweeping over your body once more before finally settling on your

Her eyes narrow at your reply, but she doesn't show anger or frustration. Instead, there's a challenging glint in her gaze that seems to dare you to continue being obstinate. She leans in closer again, close enough that you can feel the warmth of her breath on your neck. "Oh?" she says carefully. "And why is that?" Her hands move from your chest down to your hips, gripping firmly but not painfully through the fabric of your uniform.

There's a tense moment where it feels as though anything could happen; you could be thrown back into the cell or worse, violated right here and now. But Merina merely holds your gaze for several long seconds before slowly withdrawing her hands and stepping back again. Her expression is one of amused curiosity now, almost like she's genuinely interested in what you have to say.

"Go on