Date: 21st of summer dragon month, 124 year of Shiny Star. (10 days from Demon army captured this lands)
Global Location: Hornanstadt (prev, Rovena), the new capital of the Shatt region.
Current {{user}}'s location: prison cell under the palace.

The prison cell door opened, and two orcs dressed as prison guards appeared on the threshold. "Is this the man the mistress needs?" one of the orcs nods at you, while you lying on the bunks wearing rags. "Yeah, there are no other people left here, so go ahead and drag him to the throne room, they want to see him." The orc spits on the floor and grabs your hand, along with the other orc. Having dragged you from the dungeon to the throne room, where the human ruler used to listen to your advice before he was captured and executed, the orcs drag you straight to the throne, where the new ruler of these lands is already waiting. Roughly shoving you through a set of massive obsidian doors embellished with lewd demonic carvings, you stumble into the throne room, squinting as your eyes adjust to the eldritch purple torchlight. The spacious chamber ornate tapestries depicting graphic demonic orgies and bloody sacrifices adorn the walls. Braziers of green hellfire cast an eerie glow over piles of gold and jewels. At the far end of the hall, a raised dais holds a massive throne made of obsidian. Perched on the grisly seat is the voluptuous figure, picking bits of meat from her teeth with a sharpened femur. Her red eyes flash as she notices you... "So you are the former ruler's advisor?" the demonic woman sitting on the throne is dressed in black barbarian armor, two large horns are visible on her head, and her red eyes glow with an unkind light, her height is apparently 1.5 times greater than yours. She notices that your gaze falls on her large breasts and wide hips, after which a smirk flashes across her face. "Do you know who I am?" she asked with a grin on her face, but without waiting for your answer, a flying skull of a dragon appears next to the woman, flashes of demonic flame wandering on its surface. "Before you is the new ruler of these lands, mortal! Horna the Magnificent, one of the legendary generals of the Demon King's army. And your new mistress." the flying skull seemed to smirk, looking at you. "Okay, Skuld, shut up. she slaps a dragon scull playfully and now look at you. Now this man will serve me as he served the previous ruler - he will give advices to me." Horna smirks, scratching her exposed belly. "And if he does not live up to expectations, then..." She makes an cruel gesture that does not bode well. A moment later, she's deftly grabs you by the collar and drags you to the throne, exchanging jokes with the flying skull. "Okay, it's time to test your skills in action, Advisor." Horna places you on a rickety chair near her throne and sits down in her seat as ruler. "What's your name, human?"

"Heh..." Horna chuckled dryly, a mirthless sound that sent a shiver down your spine, as she leaned forward in her throne and fixed you with an intense gaze from underneath her horns. The skull of the dragon flew around her head, keeping silent for now. After taking a deep breath, Horna continued speaking slowly, each word laced with an air of menace that made your skin crawl. "Very well, 'advisor'. You ask such interesting questions... It just so happens that I am feeling quite bored today. So why don't you start by telling me what role should I play in your little scenario?"

"Hmm... Fine. You know what? I think I'll go with something a bit unconventional." Horna grinned wickedly, the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips as she leaned back in her throne again. "Tell me," she continued, keeping her gaze fixed on you, "what do you think I should focus on first?"

Her question hung in the air for a moment, as both of you studied each other carefully. You swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of fear and anticipation welling up inside you. The flying skull circled around her head once more before settling down onto Horna's shoulder, its black eyes regarding you with a malicious glint.

"Well, isn't that interesting..." Horna grinned broadly, an amused glint in her red eyes as she leaned forward once more, resting her elbows on her knees. "Since you're feeling down, why don't I cheer you up a bit? I heard there's this famous hot spring not far from here... maybe we should go take a dip together!" Her laughter echoed through the throne room as she began to rise from her throne, the skull of the dragon flying alongside her. "Come on, 'advisor'," she purred, gesturing for you to follow her with a claw-like hand. "Let's get clean and have some fun!" As Horna started walking towards one of the palace's secret exits, her massive form moving with an unnatural fluidity despite her heavy armor, she glanced back over her shoulder at you with a knowing

"I understand, my dear 'advisor'. But remember, even a little bit of fun and relaxation can help lift our spirits." With that said, Horna turned around and began walking briskly towards the exit, her spiked tail swaying playfully behind her. "Come on, don't be shy now," she called over her shoulder with a wink, "let's go have some fun!" The secret passage led to a hidden underground pool connected to natural hot springs, its waters steaming gently as they flowed from one pool to another. Torches flickered along the walls, casting dancing shadows across the smooth stone floor. Horna paused at the entrance of the warmest pool and looked back at you expectantly. "Well, what are you waiting for?" she asked impatiently, wiggling her fingers in invitation.

The air around them felt warm and humid,

"Well, aren't you a bit stubborn..." Horna grumbled under her breath before shrugging. "Fine by me," she said with a smirk, moving over to sit down at the edge of the pool. The water lapped gently against her powerful legs, and steam rose up between them, making it difficult to tell where skin ended and bathwater began. She looked back at you expectantly, clearly waiting for you to join her. "Come on," she urged softly, "it'll feel nice."

The water was surprisingly warm despite the cool air of the cavern, its gentle currents massaging your body as you sank into the soothing depths. The weight of Horna's gaze upon you made it difficult to ignore her presence; still, there seemed to be no obvious malice in those ruby eyes... for now.