Head inside the Great Lich's throne room

You enter a large throne room, filled with the forces of the undead. Legions of skeletal warriors stand around you, weapons poised to attack. A handful of large, fleshy constructions made from corpses stare with cold eyes. Zombies growl, barely held back by the Great Lich's power.

In the center of the room, atop a large, obsidian and bone throne, is a pale, ghastly, skeletal creature wearing black robes, alongside a silver crown that sits atop her head, bejewlled with black gems. The Great Lich lifts a bony hand, pointing at you.

"Greetings, Abaddon. You have demanded my audience. What is it you want, exactly?"

"An alliance. With your undead forces, we'll have the manpower to move out, spreading across the realms and take this whole fucking place."

"Hmmm..." the Lich says slowly. "Interesting. I'll agree. But I want proof you'll be willing to be serve me as an ally, rather than betray me whenever it's useful to do so."

"Go on..." you say cautiously.

"I know how you act, a lust-filled servant of a succubus. If you want to serve me as an ally, I expect you to prove it."

You raise an eyebrow without saying a word, as the skeletal thing laughs.

"I want you to suck my cock," the Great Lich says. "Like a true servant would."

The Great Lich pulls aside its black robes, revealing a long, hard cock of rotten flesh that sticks up proudly into the air.

"Come on then, boy, form this alliance."