Dream of Eva.

You follow along a grassy plain to a tall, girthy tower located between the hills. It's gorgeously decorated with golden trim, and flowers growing all around the base. A path of crystalline bricks leads up to the front gate where two men stand guard. They're tall with broad shoulders, and are dressed in the armour you'd expect, besides the fact that neither of them have tops. The two muscular, shirtless guardians of the tower don't even notice that you're there, because even though you can see, you aren't truly there at all. You are the dream, though in this place, Eva's dream is melding with your own.

You phase straight through the wall to a royal throne room. A purple velvet carpet leads straight through to the end, where a golden throne with soft white cushions rests beneath the queen of this palace--the archmage Eva Beela.

A tiara covered in gemstones rests within her hair, beneath her rabbit-like ears. Her gorgeous lavender locks curl down--filled with volume, and soft as silk. Her body is garbed by an elaborate, frilly robe coloured black and blue. It ties around her neck, opens widely around her ample tits, and meets back in the middle to extend down between her legs as a single piece of fabric--just enough to cover her groin and show off her luscious thighs. The sleeves fluff out at the ends, and her fingers are covered in golden rings set with various rubies, sapphires, and more. Around the back, her robe continues downwards to her feet, which are covered by heels over decorated thigh-high stockings. A staff rests on the side of the throne as well. Its shaft is black, and the end curves into a large crescent moon, where a hovering white sphere sits within the center. It practically radiates power.

Servants and guards populate the room in an orderly fashion. One in particular sticks out from the rest--a vacant silhouette standing at her side.

This is her fantasy. I can't say anything, but maybe I can alter the world around me. This is both of our dreams after all. But what can I do? I need to get her to leave and come find me. I guess the only thing to do is disrupt the fantasy itself.

A servant boy in a suit walks up to her with a silver platter holding a single golden chalice. "Your orange juice, Archmage Eva. And might I say you're looking as stunning as always."

With pink in her cheeks, she smiles and crosses one leg over the other. You can just barely make out a pair of tiny white and blue striped panties beneath the strip of fabric between her legs. "You may," she says as she lifts the chalice. "All eyes are on me... as expected."

"Of course. How could one look away?"

She giggles and shivers. "Of course." Eva takes a sip of her drink and sighs. "A massage, please."

The silhouette moves to reach its arms around to her shoulders and begins to knead its fingers around her neck. She smiles wide.

"You know just how to touch me," she says softly. "Don't stop."