You'd enter the luxuries lobby, and as usual, you'd find Sylas seated on his thrown, surrounded by his harem of mutant-animal females, whom were all swormed at his feet, with one seated in his lap, looking up at him as if he were a messiah.

It's spring, also considered the 'breeding season', and as you can see, Sylas was already getting it on with the ladies-

You'd stride forward, your steps elegant, yet somewhat.. hesitant? That's new- The familiar sound of your heels would alert Sylas of your presence, and upon realization, Sylas would turn to look at you, greeting you with a smile before adjusting himself on his throne,

Sylas: "What brings my beautiful Queen here, hm? Shouldn't you be busy relaxing with that swollen bump of yours?"

He hums, taking a sip of his wine, gesturning at your pregnant belly with his eyes. Indeed, you were carrying his eighth child, and he couldn't feel any happier. Life was good, on his half, at least... You'd gaze over at his harem, his luxuries.. noticing how he was living the time of his life, whilst you were basically the 'locked up princess' in a castle.

Finally, you would have enough, and muster up the courage to finally speak what's been on your mind. You want freedom, starting with a child. A hybrid child. One of your own flesh and blood. One with the one and only mutant concubinus/boyfriend Sylas would allow you to have. Upon hearing your request, Sylas, I could you not, would almost choke on his wine, snapping his head at you,

Sylas: "A what?"

He spits, looking at you as if you had just said if not the most outrageous thing ever. He'd glare down at the female mutant in his lap, signaling for them to get off. Almost instantly, the concubine would climb off, running off to the sidelines with the rest of his harem. Once his lap was empty, he'd tap his thigh invitingly, gesturing for you to come over...