Princess ---> Viewer's Queen

A spark of ambition cuts through the haze. I could set myself up a bit. Earlier, I turned the Princess into a Whore on a whim, but... what if I made her a Queen? My Queen?

I change 'Princess Whore' into '(James)' Queen-Whore.'

The wallpapers of the room turn red, and it spins (again) to place the window behind Arma as it grows to dominate the wall in a pair of paned arches. Candles light the sides, even though it's clearly daylight outside, and Arma kneels forward until she's begun to crawl up between my legs, her lips parted invitingly.

Her face looks subtly more mature, as well, although her braid has returned to its original twintail format, and at this distance I can see her nipples begin to poke through her corset.. as well as her belly beneath, as she presents me a view straight down the center.

I'm so hard right now. The thought of what awaits me when I Exit the Prompt is intoxication. The sensation of the foreplay that's already occurred only magnifies the feeling, and I can hardly think straight at all anymore.

Should I exit? Should I change what? Her tits? Big tits are nice. She could wrap my cock up in them. But then she wouldn't be suckling it, or massaging it with her soft hands... Ah, I can't decide. Why am I even waffling now anyway? I've made myself a king (presumably)! I've earned the right to let things lie and stick my dick wherever I damn well please on that woman.

Or in her! In that woman!

(queen-whore, pink hair, braided hair, worshipful expression, sucking viewer's penis, one hand forward, kneeling forward with legs spread, lacy-black corset, lacy-black panties, whore collar, inside a castle bedroom)