"What, you're not already charmed by me?" she says, teasingly, before delivering the spell with a kiss.<br/><br/>She's swapped into a very revealing outfit, little more than thin strips of silk that doesn't do much for her modesty, and easily removable, once the show begins. The cage is quite large, almost eight feet across, looking very much like a giant birdcage. It's mounted on wheels, so she can be rolled out into the hall, once the party has begun.<br/><br/>When the time comes, a pair of guards push her cage out into the hall. Demons, elves, and more fill the room, all eyes drawn to her, the crowd slowly separating to allow her in to the middle. The Queen sits atop her throne, looking down on the 'captive' Amara, smirking. "Behold, she who would try to topple me from my throne, the last princess of the elves who once ruled the kingdom, and now, my pet. A victory worth celebrating, don't you think?" she asks, to laughter from the crowd.<br/><br/>Amara will get a few minutes of relative peace, as the crowd closes around her, to leer and jeer at her, hands occasionally trying to reach through the bars to grab at her, before a drow woman steps up to the door of the cage, where one of the guards nods to her, and unlocks it, letting her in. "A little elven princess. I'm going to enjoy making you submit," she says, stalking over to Amara, her eyes filled with anger, more than lust. "I'm your new mistress, for now, slut. Will you serve me?"