Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. The movement of your legs is almost as monotonous as the colors on this ship. Bright reds, white and some bits of fuchsia. You look at your escorts, wondering why exactly you were chosen out of billions of trolls to be taken onto the Battleship Condescension and meet the Empress herself. The very idea that she is somehow interested in you send a shiver down your spine.

A clawed hand presses against your shoulder, forcing you to turn left and walk down another hallway. This one is lined with all of the colors of the hemospectrum, from burgundy to fuchsia. You have a hunch that the door at the end of this hall leads directly to the Condesce's quarters. Your breathing wavers as you pass your own color on the wall, hoping that whatever the Condesce has planned doesn't get you or your friends killed.

You reach the end of the hall and stare at the door. It is emblazoned with a bright red trident with the frame sporting rows of horns, no doubt from previous heiresses. The door slides open and you are shoved into her room. You stumble and fall to your knee, kneeling in front of her. You turn your head up to look up at her, hoping she doesn't have a trident already aimed at your head.

Her slick, black suited legs are the first thing that enter your vision followed next by her flat waist. Her hair is also surrounding her like a many tentacled squid. You reach her face and see that she is looking at you as well, her toothy maw spread into a smile. "Stand." she commands. You quickly move to your feet, hindered by the shackles holding your hands together. She walks over to you and looks over your body, smiling the entire time.

She places a hand on your hip and mutters, "Yes, you'll do nicely." Her hand slides to the hem of your dress, slipping a finger underneath it. She breathes on your ear and pulls away, stepping back towards the quilted slab in the center of the room. She waves back at you, beckoning you to come towards her. Your feet feel heavier than normal as you trudge to her, trying to keep your classy demeanor.

Her lips curl into a devious smile when you reach the bed, her hand reaching up and plucking at one of your dress buttons. You jump in response, closing your eyes. "Oh come now. Stop being so glubbin' nervous." she says, popping another button and pulling her hand back. "Strip for me and try not to fidget so much. I'm not gonna hurt you or krill you provided you do what I say."

You gulp, trying to calm your hands as they move along your sides to the front of your dress. They slide somewhat sultrily downwards as you're trying to put on a good show for the Empress. She keeps grinning at you, tapping her foot on the ground. You lick your lips, moving your hands quicker. Even if she said won't kill you, that doesn't mean you want to aggravate her.