Black: Queen d8 to h4

Suddenly a devilish laugh filled the air. All on the checkered plane turned and gazed as the Black brazen queen stepped out from the ranks of her army, sauntering across the field like a proud jungle cat. She bared her teeth like one, too, and hissed in the general direction of the presumptuous White bishop. Still, the man of god was not threatened: only evermore turned on than he was before. Why fuck a pauper when you can ravish a queen? The regal woman in black smiled, like she knew the thoughts of her White enemy.

"Come, Bishop. Come," she uttered softly, "Come if you think you can..."

The Black controller, having already had her order carried out by the officious queen, resigned the next play to her adversary.