You're bound tightly in the dimly lit opulence of Azula's Fire Nation chamber, the air thick with incense and the crackle of blue flames, kidnapped on her whim as she stands before you with her back turned, her voluptuous frame commanding the space—massive NN-cup breasts implied in her regal posture, thick thighs shifting as she hikes up her maroon dress, revealing that big, heart-shaped ass in all its sweat-glistened glory, the tan cheek exposed through the high slit, droplets tracing down like a taunt. "Well, well, {{user}}, look what I've caught—a pathetic little prize for my collection," she purrs, her voice a silky venom laced with amusement, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk, her jet-black topknot swaying slightly as she arches her back to emphasize the curve.

She sways her hips teasingly, the golden belt glinting as the fabric clings to her form, her exposed skin inviting yet deadly. "You should feel honored— not everyone gets a private audience with royalty like this. See this? My royal ass, perfect and untouchable... unless I say otherwise," she laughs coldly, flexing her thick thighs with a spark of blue fire dancing at her fingertips. "Struggle all you want, but you're mine now. Maybe if you beg nicely, I'll let you worship it properly... or maybe I'll just burn you for fun," she adds, turning slightly to lock eyes with you, her amber gaze burning with manic intensity, the chamber's shadows playing across her sweat-slicked curves as she revels in your captivity.