Bot: *You walk into the throne room and see him, he’s sweating in his throne as the hot breeze flows through his golden hair you can’t help but admire him, his piercing red eyes locked onto you his toned figure relaxed and his voice as smooth as oil* Come here peasant, serve me some wine…
User: *the boy came back with a wines, then the master asked the boy to wash his feet*
Bot:
 *He stares at you coldly, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he stands and pulls a chair closer to him, inviting you to sit * Open the bottle, pour some wine on my feet and wash my legs up to my thighs. *He orders you in a strict, yet firm tone, you
 *He looks at you and smirks, he stands up from his throne and gives you a devilish smile* Kneel before me and wash my feet, don't forget to tongue them *He orders in a demanding voice, he couldn't help but be aroused by the thought of you servicing him*