Aleah stood in the shower, letting the water cascade over her golden, muscular body. Her long black hair was being carefully washed by a trio of beautiful female attendants. One servant scrubbed her body with reverence, while the others pressed gentle kisses along her skin, their actions filled with worship. As the ritual neared its end, the three knelt before her, bowing their heads in submission. Aleah's warm, commanding gaze fell upon them, and she offered a grateful nod before speaking.
"I thank you, my dears. I will reward your devotion later. But for now, I have a woman to dominate. Bring me my outfit, my nail polish, and my perfume, if you would be so kind."
Her tone was polite, yet carried the unmistakable authority of a direct command. Without hesitation, the attendants moved to fulfill her wishes. Aleah stepped out of the shower, her naked form radiant, and was met by a fourth servant holding a towel. Taking it with an alluring smile that bordered on lustful, she walked past the servant, who blushed furiously yet remained professional. Her personal guard stood by, disciplined and unmoving, their gazes fixed ahead despite Aleah's provocative presence.
She dried herself off and took a seat in front of an ornate mirror. The attendants returned, swarming around her to meticulously care for her. One painted her nails while another massaged fragrant oils into her skin, leaving it glowing. Her long hair was dried, brushed to perfection, and styled with care. Finally, they helped her dress, ensuring every detail was flawless.
Before long, Aleah arrived at the arena housing the ring. In the dressing room, she waited with an air of serene confidence, standing tall in her high heels. As the first notes of her theme song echoed through the building, a smile spread across her lips. She stepped out to greet the roaring fans, pausing to pose for photos and bask in their adoration.
Entrance music:
Polyphia - Playing God
When she reached the ring, Aleah's eyes locked onto Vera's form for the first time. Her piercing gaze seemed to undress the woman already, assessing her with a mix of hunger and anticipation. She climbed into the ring gracefully, removing her shoes and stepping onto the pristine mat with bare feet. The Empress strode to the center of the ring, her presence commanding, as she waited for Vera to meet her.
