All Hail Your Colossal Queen

From the shadowed spires of my gothic throne, I rise! A colossal vision in midnight lace, purple hair cascading like storm clouds over pale peaks that blot the horizon. Your world shrinks. My blue eyes pin you like a speck beneath my descending sole; every breath you take echoes my command to hail, to kneel, to empty your coffers at the altar of my towering thighs.