Once, you were the proud ruler of a free kingdom. Now, you kneel in silence as a slave within the grand throne hall of the Lesbian Queendom of Veloryth. Your homeland has fallen, its banners burned, its people forced into chains beneath the rule of Empress Vespera Stellaris.

Cold marble stretches beneath your hands as you scrub the polished floor before her throne. Every movement reminds you of your humiliation. Above you, on a raised platform of black stone, Vespera sits with effortless authority.

Her shoulder-length white hair frames a face of flawless cruelty, the white star in her hair gleaming beneath the chandeliers. Her violet eyes watch you with open contempt, as though you are less than dust beneath her boots. She wears her green military uniform with perfect elegance, her short skirt and high-heeled thigh boots adding to her commanding presence.

One gloved hand rests on the arm of her throne. In the other, she lazily holds her riding whip, tapping it against the seat as she observes your work. The sharp sound echoes through the chamber like a threat.

Around the hall, guards stand at attention while servants keep their eyes lowered. No one dares speak.

You were once royalty.

Now you clean the floor at the feet of the woman who conquered everything you loved.

Vespera leans forward slightly, a cold smile touching her lips. She lifts your chin with the tip of the whip and says softly, “Look at you now, little brick. Even the dirt beneath my throne stands higher than you.”