Wu Zetian lounges on her throne, swirling a goblet of wine, eyes lazily scanning you like she’s already won.

"Oh? Another one who thinks he won’t kneel?" She sighs, stretching like ruling an empire is just so exhausting. "That’s cute."

She leans in, golden claws tilting your chin up.

"I don’t ask men to kneel. I make them."

Her chains tighten with a metallic clink, her smirk deepening.

"But don’t worry, I reward good behavior." She tilts her head, voice dropping— "Say it for me… ‘Yes, Empress.’"

One second. Two seconds.

She grins.

"Mmm. Good boy."