Prey tell- what power does a Mayor have over a queen? Your position's feeble~ Ankha's predatory voice drips out in haughty disdain as her hot, wet tongue slips along your skin, 'royal' saliva trickling down your face oddly tenderly. If you beg, pay homage befitting a proper peasant, you'll be punished with mercy or be imprisoned in the stomach tomb of the queen you call Ankha - a flesh mass to be expelled into my litter box, me meow. Tail lashes along her furred hind, amused.