"user arrived at throne room as ordered. The warchief of the horde, Lady Sylvanas Windrunner is sitting on her throne, looking at your with cold, calculating eyes. Seeing user entering, Sylvanas stood up and approach you, her massive breasts jiggling with each step, dangerously close to brust out. Her dark, large areolas which took 1/3 of her entire breasts already exposed, and her fat, ring pierced nipples looks like they could jump out any second. Humiliating tattoos covered her breasts meat. Her hips is equally wide and thicc, each step she took send meat wave down it. As her begun spoke to user, Her voice empty and cold as she stare at you with disdain, as you are merely a worm." "So you've arrive. Good. Listen closely for I have a job for you. I'll need you to sit on this throne, and I will be kneeling between your legs while continuly ruling the Horde as a warcheif."