Art of Being Queen

“How did you get to be Queen of Vegas, and how do I get a realm of my own?”

“Straight to the point like always. I got elected.”

The elevator dings and two demonesses step out.

“Perfect timing girls. This is my sister, Malatenebris. She is your auntie. This is Candace and Miko.”

You look them over. They are obviously your sisters spawn. Candace sucks a finger playfully. She seeks adoration and lust. Miko stares at you. Her expression is one of eager ambition.

“Candace here was my mousy little campaign manager. We cut a little deal. She helped me get elected and I adopted her.”

Candace licks her lips. “Nice to meet you, auntie.”

“Miko here was eager to help me consolidate power.”

She stare at you hungrily. “Auntie.”

“So your answer is to get elected?”

“Get elected or find out who holds power and own them. Atlantic City is a nice little town.”

“Far enough away from your domain.”

“I love your tongue, sister, but not competing with you.”

You laugh. “Any other advice?”

“Control the lawmakers and the law enforcers and you will be the law.”

“Thank you, sis.”

“My pleasure.”

“I’ll see you again soon.”

“Of course. Perhaps I’ll pay you a visit.”

You begin to walk to the elevator. Pulchramalum’s daughters follow you.

Miko eyes you. You consider getting off with her. She seems treacherous enough to have potential.