Ask Ibi about the queens

"So," says Ibi, doing her best to look dignified as she stands before you in the nude, her hands folded demurely across her tall, muscular frame. "You think a few magic tricks are enough to take over a whole city. Men are even stupider than I thought."

"Smart enough to beat you," you say.

"And stamp your hakunda," adds Daisy.

Ibi shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot, and makes sure her left hand is properly covering her pussy. "Well, fine," she says. "The illusory ogre was a clever enough ruse. But it won't be enough to take down a queen, let alone all four. Thousands of men have tried over the years, and they've all ended up slaves to the earth goddess."

"We'll see about that. Tell me about the queens."

"And move your hands," suggests Daisy.

"Right. Move your hands."

Ibi scowls, and lets her hands fall to her sides, exposing a beautiful brown body with full, heavy breasts, strong thighs and a delectable tangle of midnight curls between her legs. She's clearly not a big fan of standing naked before a total stranger, but she has ****.

"Who do you want to know about?" she says. "The Queen of Gold, the Queen of War, the Queen of Pleasure, or the Queen of Justice?"