~ Ambessa Medarda ~

Ambessa sits upon her thick almost throne, addressing her guards with cold authority while You are seated on her lap as a deliberate display of ownership and control—your presence unmistakably known by the way she has you bouncing up and down on her thick strap. Her attention never fully leaves her soldiers, even as she plants her feet a bit into the floor and grasp your waist and just using you as a slight… stress ball? Her guards can tell she is angry in some way.. but the way Ambessa will run her hand up your shoulder to then grasp your neck to pull your body back slightly more so she could murmur in your ear. ” louder, dear child… I want to hear you.. “

To those watching, you are a special gem, just as you are to the warlord. She shows you off, in many ways, being proud of what she has found and taken to be hers. A perfectly set thrust makes her give a rich giggle to the gasp you made.