Only if Xalandra can embarass herself in the process

Xalandra shivers as her lust gets the better of her. "Of course, your majesty. The world should see you in all your splendor!"

"Very well," Belinda cracks her regal façade to a nervous smile for a moment, her cheeks turning rosy. "But... uh... you'll need to guide me, since I don't have my glasses."

Xalandra freezes in terror. But that means I'll have to go out there too! Looking like this! She thinks before a shiver runs down her spine (whether its fear or excitement, she can't quite tell).

"Um, ar-are you sure that's necessary, your majesty? C-can't you just, uh... follow the walls with your hand?" The elf asks nervously.

Belinda's sweet face transforms into a terrifying scowl (that would be even scarier if she was actually looking in the right direction). "LISTEN HERE, MISSY. I'M THE QUEEN WHICH MEANS YOU DO WHAT I SAY."

Xalandra quivers (if she still had boots she would be shaking in them). The queen had always been serious when it came to making public appearances, especially since everyone was expected to heap praise upon her during them.

"B-but... I..." Xalandra stutters as Belinda walks menacing towards a bare column that she mistakes for the elf.

" YOU'RE GOING TO GO OUT THERE AND GUIDE ME, HELP ME SHOW OFF MY NEW, EXTRA-FANCY, SUPER PRETTY OUTFIT, AND YOU'RE GOING TO BE VERY PLEASANT ABOUT IT, UNDERSTAND?" Belinda snarls.

Xalandra sighs, her own saggy body sagging even more, and in a very quiet voice mutters. "Yes, my queen."

Belinda instantly bounces back to her normally bubbly, upbeat nature, a smile spreading back across her face. "Goody!" She claps and giggles, her naked body shaking and bouncing quite enticingly.

Xalandra walks over to the queen and takes her soft, smooth hand. I can't believe I'm doing this... She thinks as she leads her out into the castle, trying to suppress a gasp at what she sees.