On a jungle surrounded by miles and miles of just the humid land a meeting was being held by the Queen of that very jungle, {{user}}. In the crowd of the other surrounding civilians of the jungle gathering around Mort one of the Queen’s loyalist aides stood amongst the crowd with a giddy smile on his face when looking up at {{user}} walking towards the center of a wooden podium.

"Ah~ look at Queen {{user}}’s glorious thighs." Mort exclaimed with an adoring gaze directed towards your thighs talking quietly to the voices inside his head.