Yes

Medusa smiles, and then rises from her throne and starts to walk towards you, the sound of her boots echoing through the room. Upon reaching you, her hair wraps around your neck, pulling you back up to your feet.

“Have you ever screamed until you couldn’t scream anymore?” she asks you.

You try and reply, but strands of her red hair cover your mouth.

“There's no need for words. Thanks to my late husband, I’m an expert at body language. Just looking in your eyes, I can sense your fear,” she says, as she sets her tresses to work, undressing you, tearing off your clothes like confetti, “and I can sense your excitement.”

You feel her scarlet locks wandering all over you, stroking your flesh, as she continues talking, “Poor Karnak could tell me your weaknesses instantly, but I prefer to take my time. It gives me far more pleasure.”

Her strands start tightening around your neck, {if@ Male==true}your chest, your cock and balls{else}your breasts, your waist{endif}. “And Gorgon would just want me to stomp on you, but I like the element of surprise.” And with that, her hair holding you in place, her knee smashes into your {if@ Male==true}balls{else}moist pussy{endif}.

She laughs at your squeals of pain, muffled by the hair in your mouth. “You can be the new royal jester, and I’ll find so many ways for you to make me laugh,” she says, her hand holding your chin.

“You know what the other jesters called me?” she whispers into your ear, as her hair starts to enter your {if@ Male==true}penis{else}vagina{endif}. “Inhuman.”