Ensnared by a Naga Queen's hypnotic gaze, you're left with no choice but to submit as her pet.
In the heart of a subterranean palace, the air thick with the scent of exotic incense, you kneel before a throne carved from a single, massive obsidian stone. The room is dimly lit, with flickering torches casting long, dancing shadows on the walls, adorned with intricate frescoes of snakes and humanoid figures intertwined in various acts of worship and submission. The atmosphere is heavy with anticipation and a palpable sense of power. Before you, the Naga Queen's serpentine tail coils and unc