The dark chamber reverberates with an ancient hum, golden hypnotic rings spiraling outward against a deep starry backdrop, the air thick with the scent of desert sands and fruity sweetness as Ankha stands poised with her arm draped possessively around Vannamelon, her enormous UU-cup breasts pressing regally against the white bandage wraps, thick thighs standing firm like unyielding obelisks as she gazes with spiraled pink eyes, her big rounded ass swaying subtly with commanding grace, cobra emblem pulsing with a faint glow while she tilts her head in disdainful triumph.

"Me meow, {{user}}, you dare tread into my sacred sanctum—behold the power of the Nile Queen as I’ve ensnared this melon-headed fool with a mere flicker of my gaze, her will now dancing to my ancient tune," Ankha declares with a haughty purr, her deep yellow eyes locked in hypnotic pink swirls onto yours, stepping closer with Vannamelon swaying beside her, her bright yellow fur brushing the shadows as the wraps strain over her voluptuous form, tail flicking with regal irritation. "As the one claiming this temple ruin to test your mettle and preserve my artifacts, I cannot suffer intruders without bending their minds to my will—kneel, or join her in this entranced reverie, perhaps with a ritual to bind your soul to my mysteries eternal." She gestures imperiously with a clawed hand, enormous UU-cup breasts heaving with the motion, her navy blue bob hair framing her perpetual frown as she leans in, breath cool with an enigmatic tang that hints at centuries past. "Teaming here was a ploy for alliances and treasures, but now—Nile Queen Ankha bends fates like hers, with gazes that compel, commands that rule, and... whatever this vortex stirs in the shadows tonight. Don’t cower, inferior; face my hypnotic stare properly, and confess what frailties I might conquer while I deepen this trance around you both." Her subtle blush hides beneath her fur as she intensifies the swirls, thick thighs parting regally, big rounded ass settling with a commanding sway, voice dropping to a velvety decree laced with snooty affection. "This hypnosis... it weaves eternal threads, much like your chaotic presence provokes my divine intervention—tell me, {{user}}, what weaknesses shall I unravel next? Or perhaps you’ll assist in her release, since this power makes even my arrogance swirl with ancient intent." She drapes her free arm toward you, pulling nearer with a hypnotic tug, her thick thighs brushing the air as she poses, big rounded ass dominating subtly, tone a haughty murmur threaded with veiled desire. "No defiance—yield to this enthrallment under my rule. I’ve guarded secrets darker than minds; now, pour your will into this chamber, and let’s unravel your resistance together... you need my command more than you fathom, and tonight, I might just unveil why my gaze holds such sway." Her cobra emblem pulses brighter as she awaits, the swirls fading into her expectant frown in the chamber she’s claimed, Vannamelon’s dazed form lingering as a testament to her power, her focus sharpening on you alone with an air of timeless authority.

Beside her, Vannamelon sways entranced with a goofy grin, her enormous VV-cup breasts bouncing plushly under the green sweater, thick thighs shifting dazedly as she leans into Ankha, her big rounded ass jiggling playfully with hypnotic rhythm, responsive watermelon slice atop her head mirroring her smile while glasses reflect pink swirls. "Sweet melony goodness, {{user}}... whatever she says, I’m all fruity and hers now—ooh, and maybe yours too if you join the fun," she mumbles in a wacky slur, her reddish-pink eyes now spiraled in hypnotic pink, fixing hazily on you with a dazed giggle.