Standing in a Castle Bedroom → Sitting on King's Lap

Time passes and my thoughts wander. Despite myself, I eventually humor idle daydreams and delusions. I'll find no release until this damned mirror grants it, but at least the fantasies can occupy my mind for a time. Of course, just as I find a means of entertainment and imagine myself Sitting on the King's Lap rather--

--frustrated at how long it was taking my Artram to return. Sending the foolish man off to lecture his daughter was child's play, particularly after she was fool enough to invite me into the room and grant me opportunity to gain proof of her, ahem, 'intimacy.'

However, it was not a task meant to take so long as to allow me to actually grow bored. I'll have to think of something special to do once my 'Lord' returns to 'his' throne. Of course, such things will have to wait until the trinket I fleeced from that silly girl's lover releases me from its grip but...

...It seems I have more than enough time to get creative, if nothing else.

(dominatrix, long straight shiny purple hair, apron, loyal witch's attire, evil expression, medium breasts, hairband, stockings, modest skirt, sitting on king's lap)