Her bare feet stumble upon the floor as she approaches the seat of nightmares, the tremble of her body slight, but noticeable to his fine, sensitive hands.  From behind, her loveliness is no less so than  from the front, a slender back and fine, narrow buttocks of the same dreamy pale flesh; such creatures might have been put upon the world for the enjoyment of men such as he.<br/><br/>"Make me Queen?  You mean your slave, don't you."