Alan held his hands out for the Queen to tie them up. Finally, he had explained the whole plan to her and she had agreed to the plan. Alan had decided to tie his own hands with the silk fabric she had produced from her body.
What a situation... Once again, Alan had to be the prisoner. However, this had become one of his tactics now. "Do exactly what I told you to do, ok?" Alan asked from the woman as he led her up the stairs.
"I know, master. I would never let anyone harm you..." she flushed. "And stop calling me master! Call me... Alan or something," he said. Upon hearing this, the Queen felt overjoyed. How wonderful was the love of her life? Such love towards her and how beautiful was his name.
"Alan." She couldn't stop pondering about Alan. "Okay — We're here, Ivy. Time to start getting serious. Be careful and don't fucking ruin the scene, ok?" Alan asked from the girl and she nodded gleefully. 'Gosh, this mission just became too easy.