Wonder Woman is an ambassador and sex-

Quickly a structure resolved itself ahead as Wonder Woman followed the red carpet through the snow. At first it looked to be made from the ice of this frozen world, but Diana quickly realized it was composed of a myriad of long rods of a different transparent crystal. Diamonds. All were many times her own height, some as slender as a strand of her hair and others as thick as her shuttle. They were artfully cut and arranged so that from a distance they reflected the white of the snow and the blue of sky, and so the structure was all but invisible from the landing pad. But as she approached, the diamonds shattered the sunlight into hundreds and thousands of rainbows. It should have created a garish effect, but the gems were so artfully arranged that from every angle and distance they produced a kaleidoscope of shades that were both harmonious and mesmerizing.

The ****-princess strutted and swayed through the open portal of the palace, for it was undeniably a palace, and into the great reception hall. Inside was warm and the air smelled pleasantly of fresh cut flowers. The interior was protected from the cold outside by an invisible environmental shield. The red carpet continued uninterrupted within to what Diana knew would be the throne room. No, only a throne room, in what would merely be the greatest amongst a myriad in this Winter Palace.

Diana took a moment to consider her own appearance. She was her mistress’s property and it was her duty to make her owner proud.

Wonder Woman was olive-skinned and tall with unblemished skin. Her black hair hung to her shoulders and her round face had a proud nose, sharp chin, sharper blue eyes, and plump red lips that relaxed into a kind smile. Her visage was as perfect as any likeness of a goddess carved by an ancient Greek sculptor. Her body was toned; she had the physique of an athlete with long slender limbs. She was not hard with muscle, but her strength was obvious. Her ass was round with tight curves, but what fat she had was in her generous soft round tits.

Wonder Woman’s black hair was held back by a golden tiara set with a bright red star, lustrous against the dark. On her forearms and lower legs she wore shining silver bracers and greaves edged in gold and the overlapping 'W's that were her symbol. But the purpose of the armor was not defence, instead it emphasized how much of the rest of her body was revealed. A stylized golden eagle hugged her chest, perfectly formed to fit tight to her breasts, and from which the soft round flesh spilled out above and below. A gauzy fringe of red fabric hung from it, hiding nothing but emphasizing the distance her breasts pushed the gauzy curtain from her flat belly. A slender belt with a golden double-W wrapped her waist and from it hung a tiny blue thong with a single white star. The thong was small enough that her neatly trimmed landing-strip of dark pubic hair peaked out above it.

Diana stroked a finger gently at the thong that barely concealed her sex: her downfall and her purpose. She was wet already, her labia lips puffy and parted. Wonder Woman was dressed as a sex-****, proud of the desire she could cause, and proud of her own submissive arousal. Her costume, her body and her body all proclaimed she was ready to be claimed, dominated, and fucked.

As Diana resumed her seductive swaying stride deeper into the diamond place, a question tugged at the back of her mind. Was there any significance to this place’s choice, to its resemblance to Kal-El’s frozen fortress? And then all thoughts of dimension-distant Earth were forgotten as the red carpet ended within the vast chamber of the throne room and her mission began in earnest.

"I am Diana, Princess of Themyscira and Champion of Mars," she announced as she dropped smoothly to one knee. Her voice was surprisingly deep for a woman, and powerful besides, but it was sweet and melodious too. “I come to you as ambassador and I bring to you a message from my mistress and owner.”