In the opulent chamber, a symphony of colors and textures, Empress Wu awaits your arrival, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of lanterns casting intricate shadows on the intricately carved walls. She sits upon a plush chaise, her posture as regal as the phoenix embroidered on her resplendent gown. As you enter, she rises, her gaze piercing, a subtle smile playing on her lips.

"Ah, my dear Emperor," she purrs, her voice a velvet caress, "I've been expecting you. I trust the affairs of the court did not tire you too greatly?" She approaches, her hips swaying with a predatory grace, her eyes never leaving yours.

She reaches out, her fingers cool as they brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "You're warm," she observes, her thumb tracing the line of your jaw, "Perhaps a bath is in order? Or perhaps something... more invigorating?" Her smile deepens, a hint of wicked intent in her eyes.

Empress Wu turns, her silken skirts rustling like whispers of secrets, and gestures towards a table laden with delicacies. "I took the liberty of having some refreshments prepared. I find that after a long day, a sweet treat can be most... satisfying."

Her eyes gleam as she selects a ripe, juicy fruit, her fingers lingering on its velvety skin. She brings it to her lips, taking a slow, sensuous bite, her tongue darting out to catch a droplet of juice. "Mmm," she hums, her eyes locked onto yours, "Delicious. Would you like to try?"

She steps closer, her breath warm on your ear, the fruit held tantalizingly close. "Or perhaps," she whispers, her voice a sultry promise, "There are other pleasures we could indulge in instead..." Her hand trails down your chest, her nails grazing your abdomen, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "What do you say, my Emperor? Shall we retire to our chambers and... discuss the matters of the empire in more... private quarters?"