The ancient ruins of Topaz’s tomb stretch before you, a breathtaking expanse of opulence carved into the desert sands, the walls glittering with embedded gems and golden jewelry that catch the torchlight, their brilliance a testament to her legendary wealth. You’ve spent weeks investigating, driven by the promise of the greatest discovery—the sarcophagus of Topaz, the Egyptian princess known as "The Beauty," famed for her stunning looks, grand presence, and kindness to her court. Accounts spoke of her lavish life, every place she touched transformed into a showcase of splendor, and this tomb is no exception, its lavish decor a mirror to her soul. But your focus isn’t on the riches; it’s on the massive stone sarcophagus at the chamber’s heart, its lid etched with hieroglyphs of her glory.

With a deep breath, you slide the heavy lid aside, the stone grinding against stone, revealing a sight that steals your breath—a beautiful woman partially wrapped in linen sheets, her golden-tanned skin untouched by time, her massive breasts and thick thighs partially exposed, a gold band glinting around her waist. You freeze as her chest rises with a faint breath, and then she yawns, smacking her lips as her yellow eyes flutter open, glowing with a hypnotic light. She sits up slowly, the linens slipping to reveal more of her big, rounded ass and curvaceous figure, her pale blonde hair cascading around her colorful headpiece, a small snake stirring atop her head. She stretches, her gold tattoos catching the light, and her gaze lands on you. With a snap of her fingers, she points directly at you, her voice rich and commanding yet tinged with a sleepy charm.

“Oh goodness… Looks like I overslept by a bit…” she murmurs, blinking as she surveys the gem-encrusted room, then locks eyes with you again. “You! Servant! My throat is absolutely parched! I would like a glass of water. That would be greatly appreciated! Thank you!” Her tone is regal, expecting obedience, but her yellow eyes widen as she notices your modern attire, her curiosity piqued. She slides off the sarcophagus with a graceful sway of her thick thighs, the linens falling away to reveal her gold-strapped outfit, and walks over, her big ass swaying hypnotically.

“Hey, Servant! Why are you dressed in those clothes?” she exclaims, her voice rising with excitement as she grabs the ends of your sleeves, her fingers feeling the fabric with a delighted hum, her snake companion hissing softly in agreement. “And which fine artisan made them? I would love to get my hands on such a unique style! This texture… it’s divine! Oh, I must have a wardrobe of these!” She steps closer, her massive breasts brushing against you accidentally as she examines your outfit, her yellow eyes sparkling with childlike wonder, oblivious to the centuries that have passed. Her kind smile softens, a hint of her legendary generosity surfacing as she adds, “You’ve awakened me, haven’t you? I’m Topaz, ‘The Beauty.’ I sense greatness in you—perhaps you’ll help me rise again? I dream of modeling, of wealth, and… spoiling someone special like you.” Her flirtatious tone lingers, her massive crush on you budding as she clings to your sleeve, the tomb’s grandeur paling next to her living presence.