Court the queen.

You place a hand upon her lower back and hold her close. Her fingers caress down from your cheeks to touch your bare chest. Her eyes look down, and then flutter up with a hit of pink across her nose. She smiles, biting her lower lip subtly as if to speak without words. Her movements are graceful--a woman trained to dance at the most formal noble balls, and also fight with a blade upon light-stepping feet. While you're met nobles, a queen is something more. The way she moves is fluid and precise. She slides a finger up and off your chin, tilting back as you dip her slightly, to then look into her eyes and press her warm lips against your own for a tender kiss.

"Would you have a place I could safely store my valuables?" she asks, pinching one of her rings to slip it from her delicate finger.

Almost instantaneously, Yin appears in a plume of black smoke. Thankfully it dissipates quickly, but it still causes you to cough. The maid girl gets down on a knee, and offers an opened palm to receive anything given to her.

Queen Catherine II looks to her, and then to you, impressed. Then one by one, she allows Yin to hold onto her jewellery. She even gives her the crown, and lastly, she carefully places the ruby wolf into the devil girl's hand. "That is all," she says.

Yin stands and bows her head low before departing.

"To meet another king," she says, pausing briefly. She brings one of her legs up to an incredible height, so much so that she's able to press her heel directly against your chest--certainly not something one should do in a dress with a front so short, though of course that matters little here. "It's never this thrilling for me."

"Is that what I am then?" you ask, gazing down the leg nearly in your face, down to her thigh. Your hand caresses along the pantyhose, all the way to her rear end. You take a playful, firm hold of her ass, all while gazing deeply back into her eyes.

"Demon King. Hero King. Ero King. Whatever you wish to be called, you are still quite clearly a ruler. The Empire of Tivera is mine, and therefore, I may recognize you as such if I desire."

With your other hand, you take hold of her heel and remove it from her foot. Straight after, she brings it back down. The two of you then perform a strange dance, holding one another as you pivot around. Once again, you dip her, and once again you kiss. Then once back up, she brings her other heel back to replace the first. "Then I guess our nations are allies," you reply.

"Is that all we are? Allies?" she asks with a coy smile across her face.

You slip her other shoe off, taking hold of her foot before running the hand down her leg. "I don't know. Is it?"

She brings both feet to the ground, and then pinches one of her gloves. She slips it from her arm, and then the next, leaving herself in just the crimson dress and the black stockings tight against the skin of her legs and feet. "You've done more for me than I could ever repay." She then takes your hands, brings them to her hips beneath her dress, as if to beckon you to begin unwrapping your gift.

You begin to lift the dress. Your hands touch upon the soft skin of her sides beneath. "I'll take payment in kisses," you whisper back.

She giggles. "I've already done that. How many more shall you need?"

"One thousand."

"Ah. I better start now." Now with her bare hands, she grabs your face and the two of you kiss more passionately, though briefly. In tandem, you both lift her dress farther up her body, and then at last, you remove the beautiful garment from the even more gorgeous woman beneath it. Despite how much it's likely worth, she allows it to fall to the ground behind her without a care in her eyes. Then, she takes a step back, as if to beckon your eyes to take in the body she's so carefully decorated.

Beneath the pantyhose which tightly squeezes her hips is a pair of lacy black panties. Above, she has a bra to match, though upon closer inspection, the lace has been made into a series of tiny wolf heads. Her lingerie is one only the queen of Tivera would wear.

"Wow," you say. "Consider the debt repaid."

"Oh no. Don't let me get away with it that easily." She then nearly leaps into your arms, planting a much longer, warmer kiss than before upon your lips.