The presence of a queen

"What's the matter? Aren't you going to respond?" Merissa spoke, rising from her throne. The sleeves of her white shirt slid down, completely covering her hands. As she stood, her movements seemed to command the very air around her, an aura of regal confidence and sensuality intertwining seamlessly. The room itself seemed to hold its breath, captivated by her presence.

The golden flicker in her eyes intensified, a playful spark mixed with an almost predatory curiosity as her blue hair cascaded down her shoulders and back, each strand a testament to her ethereal beauty. Her fingers traced a languid path along the armrest of the throne, a deliberate display of elegance that only further accentuated her commanding allure.