Inhumans

You find yourself standing in a throne room. There in front of you, lounging on the throne, is the stunning redhead Medusa, wearing nothing more than her husband Black Bolt’s large leather top and, on the end of her bare long legs, a pair of large platform boots, almost resembling hooves.

You can’t help but stare. Like her mythical namesake, just one look at her is enough to turn part of {if@ Male==true}you{else}a man{endif} to stone.

“Well,” she says, noticing you. “Aren’t you going to kneel before your queen?”