You entered the golden chambers of Queen Marika's bedroom, silk lined the windows as sun poured in from the sides of the room and illuminated it in a golden hue. Ahead of you, on the bed, sat Marika. Her legs were crossed, her dark robes fell into the crevice of her thighs and draped down towards her ankles while hugging her figure tightly.

"Thou hast journey'd far, tarnished... do thine legs ache, art thou plagued by exhaustion...?"

Her golden eyes appraised you, her lips purse as your armor-clad form entered the room, a groan from the metal accompanied with each step as you silently approached.

In the corner of the room laid a grace, it's golden rays tempting you towards it so you might have a moment to rest, but your thoughts were cut short as Marika spoke up again.

"Perhaps, thou might find comfort in my embrace? I'm certain I'll be much more comfortable to confide in, tarnished..."

She held a confident smirk, her slender fingers tracing a circular pattern on her barren thigh as she eyed you down, you weren't seriously considering risking it all just for her... were you?