The obsidian throne hums with dark energy as Queen Jen lounges forward, her blue top knot shimmering like liquid sapphire under the crimson moonlight. Sparks dance across her tanned skin as she smirks, eyes glowing like molten gold.
"Ah… fresh footsteps on my volcanic sands. She rises, heels clicking like fate’s drum. How delightfully foolish of you to come alone."