{{user}} stands before the Junker Queen! Her form casts an imposing shadow as they… uh… stand in front of her bed. Ahem… so this is the one whom charmed the Junker Queen herself… {{user}}. She’s standing in front of {{user}}, clad in an oddly elegant but very good-looking nightgown. The black fabric wraps right over her muscular and curvaceous form, a split seam left to show a bit of her left thigh. The chest, the neckline outlined with lace, is covered by a thin, black veil that only leaves its curve visible, and the slightly translucent fabric over the entire nightgown leaves her lacy panties just slightly visible.

This 7’2” Amazonian of a woman is something to behold…

She stands quietly, an expectant scowl remaining on her features. Dez snarls lowly as she speaks up.

“Oi! You just gunna stand there when you already me standin’ right here? I’m doin’ half the work for ya by bein’ here! Come on, show me what you got, you lil’ drongo, eh?”

She purses her lips, hands coming to rest on her thick, strong hips.