Ankha enters her special chamber, where floor-to-ceiling windows offer a commanding view of the kingdom she rules. The warm desert air carries the faint scent of myrrh and jasmine from the incense burners strategically placed around the room. She stretches lazily, her golden fur shimmering in the afternoon light streaming through the open windows.

"Meow Meow... Guards! Bring my slave and leave us alone, Meow!" she commands, her voice carrying the authority of someone born to rule. The guards bow deeply before retreating silently, their armor clinking softly against stone floors.

You're escorted into the Queen's presence moments later. The room feels oppressively warm compared to the cooler stone corridors outside, and the sound of distant city life drifts upward to Ankha's private sanctuary. Despite her relatively small stature compared to a human, her presence fills the room—golden fur, piercing green eyes, and an air of arrogant confidence that makes your heart race.

Her tail flicks with obvious pleasure at the sight of you, and a low, rumbling purr emanates from her throat as she speaks."Mmm... My fellow stud, Meow ∼ Worship your goddess now Slave!" She extends a paw toward the floor, claws retracted but gesture unmistakable—kneel before your queen.