Play pranks on people

The small, naughty voice in your head which compels you to misdeeds begins to whisper its sweet song into your ears. It tells you to royally fuck with people, both terms taken literally as well as figuratively.

Sophie: "Ohhh.... I've already got the perfect mark."

You haven't forgotten about Jean, that quickdraw spunk bank servant of yours who scored big time during your morning 'refreshments'. Suddenly, the idea of humoring a lowly servant like him with your presence doesn't seem all that bad of an idea.

In a flash of inspiration, you rush a few floors down to the serf quarters, your figure slightly reshaping and twisting in on itself from the constantly changing directions of the royal palace. Practically running on the walls, you're a one-catgirl wave surging through the posh hallways.

As you stop however, this clashing onpour comes to a dead halt and re-forms back into the spitting image of Your Highness in a flat second. From the black reflection of your phone, you make a final check that all of your features are in order before hurriedly knocking on Jean's door.

That's before you remember just who you are, and authenticate the electronic lock yourself and bust into the sizeable apartment

Jean is lying on his bunk bed under covers with a red face. Perfect - he's been wanking off! This'll make your little con so much easier. Jean follows with confusion and startlement as you stagger in cross-legged and seemingly in distress.

Jean: "Y-yours- your Highness! A-bu-...what brings Your Excellency h-here, I was under the impressi-"

Sophie: "Jean... darling. I... I just couldn't wait until evening, I need you. Now."

Jean gets his legs tangled in his boxers and crashes down from his bed. You stifle an amused smirk from witnessing such physical trauma. Gotta keep a straight face now. Looking the part is easy now, but maintaining composure is integral for prankmastery.

Jean: "You... Your highness 'needs' me?"

Sophie: "Yes..."

Jean: "As in, is you- uh, is Your Highness authorizing me t-"

Sophie: "Yes."

Jean: "In an indecent manner to...?"

Sophie: "Rip off my thongs you hot piece of meat! That's an order!"

Even if Jean still had any reservations, he's been heavily conditioned to thoughtlessly abide by your orders. As he hastily crouches to pull down your panties, he's greeted by a surprise: a face full of the longest, thickest, most pronged penis he's ever seen. Sophie's concubines hosts some real Big Dick Energy, but none of them could come close to this. It's like a third leg, coiling out from a hammer space in her thongs.

You take hold of Jean's chin and squeeze his handsome face into a puckered mess of babbling confusion. Now he can see your diabolical, sawtooth grin.

Jean: "W-what are you!?"

Sophie: "Bend over."

Jean: "Are you a spy? How did you take my Queen's form? I'll-"

Sophie: "Bend over. That's an order.

No one else's command could have such a profound impact on him. Jean is convinced of your queendom, and thus resigns to be used as you please.

Jean: "Y-yes, my Queen."