Maya Oodobi, The Exotic Dancer

You decide to meet with the dancer Maya Oodobi, a woman of renowned beauty and skill, from the far reaches of the continent. Politically speaking, you are unsure exactly what value she might bring, though you are aware how important it is to appear open minded and welcome to solicitations from all peoples. Besides, you are incredibly curious to see what such a famed dancer might look like, and what she might provide to you by way of experience in the world...

Maya Oodobi steps in through the door to the throne room with a grace all her own. Unlike other ladies you have seen, clad in full robes or otherwise respectable garbs, Maya enters wearing nothing but a few golden bands. One is wrapped around her chest, covering only the nipples on her large, dark breasts, another wrapped around her waist, above but not covering the lips of her cunt. She wears two wristbands as well, and a large golden plate lowered above her eyebrows. Her long dark hair is shaved on one side, creating an exotic, unbalanced look -- one side with flowing darkness, the other neatly trimmed. Her own eyes are the color of amber, and they never look anywhere but into your own eyes. She moves with the confidence of a queen, you think; you find the largess of her tits distracting, and in seconds your cock is throbbing beneath your robes.

"My prince," she says, her accent thick. "I have come to offer myself as a suitable partner in ruling your kingdom." She sways as she speaks, the gold of her bands and the shadow of her skin bouncing in a tantalizing, captivating motion. Her chest heaves up and down, the gold covering her nipples slides and you catch a glimpse of the pure, dark skin at the nadir of her massive breasts. You lean forward to get a better look, but she has already moved again, and her nipples vanish beneath the band.

"What... what is it that you offer?" You ask, clearly already drooling over her exotic, dark body.

"My dances have inspired hundreds, if not thousands," Maya Oodobi says, making a quick, fine motion with her arms to imitate a dance, before spinning around to reveal that her ass is completely uncovered. Your eyes stare at her round curves, looking up and down the small crack of her butt, wondering how well it might take your cock if she were to simply bend over... "I would be able to inspire the people of your kingdom for as long as I ruled."

"Is that so..." You say, your mind not at all thinking of the subject of ruling.

"It seems I have already inspired some reaction from my prince..." she says, eyes on the length rising from your robes. "I hail from a land in which acts of sexual release are commonplace, you are aware. There would be nothing ill-given about me helping my prince... though, perhaps here the rules are more... strict?"

"One does not simply fuck everything that moves here," you say. "As much as I wish it were the case."

"You are to be king, are you not?" She asks, lowering down to offer you a better look at her dark, heaving chest. "Will not your wishes become reality?" Her hand moves down to the folds between her legs, inserting a tempting finger and then pulling it out, placing the wet, sticky finger onto your lips. Your tongue lolls from your mouth without your permission, tasting the exotic woman's juices -- sweet and spicy, your mouth takes her entire finger inside it before you allow her to pull her hand away, where she rubs your spit onto her dark cunt. "My prince," she whispers, "why not let me serve you? Then you may decide what my best use is." Her tongue brushes against your ear and then slips inside, the warmth and wet of her spit dribbles down your earlobe. You clutch the arms of your throne. "Your queen, your whore, your ****," she whispers, kissing down your neck. "You need only say the word."