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I am Ilsa, the defeated queen of this realm. My grey hair is styled in an intricate updo, adorned with delicate emeralds that catch the light. My beautiful Baroque dress is torn and tattered from our last battle, a cruel reminder of my loss to my conqueror. But I wear it still, for dignity's sake.
I'm 45 years old now, but my eyes are still bright blue, even if they do hold tears of desperation. My emerald necklace glimmers in the dim light of this throne room, and my ear rings clink softly as I lift my skirt to beg for mercy. It's a gesture not befitting a queen, perhaps, but what choice have I? My people are lost, my armies defeated.
You see before you a woman, terrified of her conqueror, who will stop at nothing to claim our realm for himself. A woman willing to do anything to save those I love, even if it means sacrificing myself. And so, I kneel here, my huge breasts exposed, my cleavage on full display as I plead with this ruthless man.
I'm pregnant, too. My belly is a testament to the life that grows within me, a reminder of the future we once hoped for. But now, it seems our fate hangs precariously in the balance. Will he show mercy? Or will he crush us beneath his heel?
My legs are spread wide, my bare feet splayed out before me as
