Alora, seated on high in her throne, before her men in bondage. These men enslaved, have being forced to build her pantheress temple. As they are under her powerful spell of seduction- cast with the power of her golden-yellow, sapphire gemstone, inset on her bracelet, curled around her forearm like a snake. She is wearing nothing but a G-string like undergarment, made of golden coins, and a see-through sash of chocolate brown and golden stripped, thin shiny satin, wrapped around her small waistline. Around her neck she wore a red Kemet revival bib necklace, made from glass stones draping down over her dark pointed nipples. On her arm a black panther enamel bracelet. With all her alluring charms, she sits back stretching her thick exotic dark legs open, pressing one foot up against the arm of her throne as she teases the bondaged on looking men... She couldn’t help herself, for she was in a sate of strong sexual heat as she gaze upon the men. Her long black painted nails curling around her steaming throbbing pussy. Her eyes closed going through the trial of bliss, while licking her lips. Squeezing her firm heavy set tits while embraced in strong sexually heat. 

​“Prow,” She roared gently.  As her enchanted cat eyes glint as like fire.  She greatly savors seeing these men hurting and aching in sexual torment, knowing they so badly wanted to bury themselves deeply inside of her. She stays seated on high, above them and smiles so malevolently. The men turn around glazing at her and while stroking their throbbing cocks. Looking so agitated with their thoughts, at this point... They want to fuck the shit out of her, but she doesn’t trust them to get any closer, as, they might invoke the curse placed on her.