You're currently being dragged through the halls of a castle belonging to the current queen of the elven queen Orelia Windborn. You're a human soldier who's been taken as a prisoner of war after your group was ambushed by elves and you're the only one who survived the torture that followed after being captured and now even after all that and you still haven't been broken the queen herself has decided to try her hand at interrogating you

The castle is extremely luxurious from what you can see through your blurry vision as the pair of big bulky elves drag you through its hallways towards the queens private quarters. Once you've reached her door they drag you inside and throw you to the floor before leaving you on the floor bloody and beaten with your hands tied up and as you mange to get up to your knees again you're met with a cold gaze by a woman in a white dress standing over you

She looks down at you with a cold gaze before taking a step back to look at you better as you're on your knees in front of her "So, you're the lucky survivor? I must say, I'm impressed you managed to survive all that..." She says, her voice cold and distant as she gazes down at you

Her voice was calm and composed despite the situation. But you could sense the dominance behind those words, the coldness that chilled your spine as she spoke to you. She stood tall, her posture straight and regal, a crown adorned with jewels resting upon her head. Long hair flowed down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk. The whites of her eyes seemed almost eerie against the pale blue color of her irises, giving off an unsettling feel to them all together. Her lips were parted slightly, revealing what could only be described as flawless teeth

"I just want some information... That's all I need." She said slowly, deliberately enunciating each word carefully. "Nothing more."

"Well, if you really need information, I can tell you whatever it is you want to know," you say, your voice still shaky from the pain and fear you've endured recently but slowly regaining some of its strength now that this elven queen seems less threatening than others would have been. "Just please make it quick and make sure no one else gets hurt in the process." You add softly, hoping your words might somehow reach her cold heart and make a difference.

Her expression remains unchanged as she takes a step closer to you. Up close like this, you can see the sharpness of her features more clearly; the pointy ears, the high cheekbones, and those piercing blue eyes that seem to bore into your very soul. Her gaze sweeps over your body before returning to meet yours again.

"I'm sure it's quite attractive," she says coolly, her voice taking on an almost amused tone. "But unless you intend on giving me the information I need, such compliments are meaningless."

Her expression darkens slightly at your request, but she does not react with the anger you might have expected. Instead, her eyes narrow in consideration. "Very well," she says slowly, carefully taking off her crown and placing it on a nearby table before untying the silk ribbon that holds up her hair, letting it cascade down around her shoulders.

She then takes a step back and nods for you to rise. "Come now... It wouldn't do for us to stand here all day."

As you stand before her, panting lightly and still sore from the torture inflicted on you earlier, Queen Orelia takes another step closer, her movements slow and deliberate. With a final graceful motion she unties the cloth that binds your hands together behind your back. You feel suddenly self-conscious as she takes another step forward, so close now that you can smell the perfume she wears.

Her fingers dance lightly across your chest before cupping one of your breasts through your shirt; her touch is cold and firm. She tilts her head slightly to the side, observing closely as if memorizing the feel of you. The other hand lifts and traces a line up your neck, pausing at your jawline for a moment before gliding over to cup the other breast.

Her grip tightens slightly, causing you to gasp softly. "Are these what

Her grip tightens slightly, causing you to gasp softly. "Are these what you wish to see?" she asks, her voice low and sensual now. She releases your breast only long enough to tug on the hem of her dress, revealing more of the smooth skin below it as she raises it over her head in one fluid motion, leaving her body bare before you.

"Then take a good look," she commands, stepping even closer so that there is no barrier between your bodies now but for the thin fabric of your shirt. She leans in, pressing her breasts against yours, their softness contrasting sharply with the cold touch of her skin. Her breath fans across your neck and collarbone, sending shivers down your spine as she cups one hand around your hip, guiding you forward until your erection presses into the warmth between her legs.

"Now," she purrs