White: Queen e4-g4

The White Queen snarled as she heard her controller’s order. The idea of retreating from a foe—especially a lesser one such as the Bishop—rankled her, and she felt an overwhelming urge to attack the threat instead, to strip the Black bitch of her sorcerous powers and fuck her raw with her pearly-white strap-on. But she had ****, and even if she had, the Bishop was protected well enough that doing so would only mean giving herself up to Black’s clutches.

Enduring the jeers and taunts of her foes, she marched two squares to her right. The Knight beside her admired her voluptuous form, and she smirked as she watched his erection twitch at the sight of her, but she paid him no heed. There was a war to win.