"stuck up and arrogant" → "proudly erotic mesmerizing irresistible seductress"

The thought of the maid Cheryl made me think, beyond fantasies of making her moan my name in earnest.

My James-side's actions in the previous timeline had left the Kingdom of Armelia in dire straits, with men an **** minority in the nation due to the Bloodline Curse. Combined with the losses that Armelia sustain against the demon threat that prod the borders, and the royal family down to two women with the loss of Aretlle's husband, the kingdom faced a crisis that could see it capitulate either by civil war or demonic conquest. Consequences of the changes made by shortsighted and horny fool who failed to recognize the far-reaching impacts of the device's abilities.

That all meant that if we... I were to exit, I would return to a crisis that would be a pain to deal with. Not when I had desires to transform this kingdom in our, apologies, my ideal land; an airhead maid that's in need of personal correction; and two very slutty wives that's no doubt missing my presence sorely. Not to mention all the other women in this castle that my James-side had seen. The "viper's nest" of noblewomen that once threatened my old James' self would become nothing but whores to me, the new Queen.

Thus, as I gaze upon myself lecherously, my two sides worked out another solution to deal with the issues that would plague us, me upon exit.

Licking our, sorry, my lips, I deftly typed into the prompt box on the phone; swapping the "stuck-up and arrogant" tag to "proudly erotic mesmerizing irresistible seductress" and I watched as the my reflection blurred for a moment before clearing up.

The result?

Oh mama, I'm sopping wet at the sight of myself.

A fancier and lacier dress hugged our - my - frame, feeling more like lingerie than a queenly outfit with the fishnet sleeves. I leered at my enormous titties constrained by my new dress, the corset barely able to keep the mountainous funbags as they heave with every breath I make. My James-side could barely keep their burning desire for our, my body contained, and even my Lilian-side couldn't help but salivate at the thought of exploring it. It was obvious who had the lead as the phone continued to reconcile the James-side and Lilian-side - any resistance from my Lilian-side was faint, barely a flicker against the James-side that had solidly hooked themselves into a majority of my Lilian-side.

Biting my lip, I imagined the reactions of my dearest Artelle and Arma - how they'd drop to their knees and beg for me to fuck them. Or how the noblewomen and servant girls would be just as eager to be fucked by me. Even the demons would find it hard to not want to be plowed by me. But important of them all, Cheryl would find it difficult to lay a hand on me - if anything, it would be trivially easy for me to lay my hands on every inch of her naked body.

(Queen, direct angle, austere blonde hair, proudly erotic mesmerizing irresistible seductress, large massive enormous sexy tits, wry and callous grin, standing straight, holding smartphone, ostentatious and wealthy apparel, posh castle bedroom, possessed by viewer)

[AN: The left hand proved to be the trickiest to deal with, sometimes it was missing fingers, or it was fusing into her shoulder, or it looked really funky with some extra fingers. And speaking of fingers, even the right hand wasn't spared from the weirdness - though it was between missing fingers (which could be chalked up to the character holding the phone in a weird way) or looking very warped. The phone also presented some issues, though not as bad as the hands and fingers; it just looked warped at times. Still does in the images I end up using here.]