Sadarth emerges

Empress Sadarth the Nude, as she would come to be known, strode out. Keeping each step exactly as long as the last. Measured. Not hasty and not slow. Sadarth was moving towards the room, full of people she would need to command. She counted the paces until she would be revealed.

Twenty

She was going mad. Her body had betrayed her and...

Ten

__...and was enjoying this!

Five

It was time. Sadarth assumed a stony face.

Here

There was a curtain dividing her from her the others. She killed the fear in herself. She told herself it was because she had too, but a voice in the back of her mind told her she liked it.

She could not silence that voice so easily. She tore aside the curtains.

Her generals stared at her, dumbfounded. Men and women, of many ages and races gazed at her without a word. Their eyes drank in every inch of her pale, blue body. Her small, perfect breasts and buttocks where there for them to see. Some eyes even ranged to her nethers. They could not miss the glistening.

She examined them all in turn, her face not betraying the utter panic she was feeling. She was naked, exposed, before dozens and dozens. She made no move to cover herself. Whether out of bravery or shock or her body's perverse sense of fun, she could not say.