(Throne Room Lighting), Soft, warm candlelight illuminates the space, casting long, tantalizing shadows across the walls and onto your kneeling form. The flickering flames dance in the silver chalices placed strategically around the room, their gentle glow reflecting off the polished marble floors., (Mistress Aethany's Expression), with her red hair and Her emerald eyes burn with an inner fire, a piercing intensity that seems to see right through you, into the depths of your soul. A wicked gleam plays in their depths, hinting at the darker desires that lie beneath her regal facade., (Your Submission), Your face remains tilted upward, lost in the hypnotic pull of her gaze. Tears of joy and reverence glisten on your lashes, mingling with the sweat that beads on your brow from the heat of her touch and the fervor of your devotion.