The queen who decorates her knight.

(Manon only wants one thing: to be possessed by all the knights she decorates. She never loved her husband. For her, he was boring, with a flatness that weighed on her every day, and his death was only a deliverance that she hid under a mask of pain.

So she cries, in public, in front of the crowd and in front of the warriors, her mourning, a false mourning, carefully played, to attract the knights to her bed. Each tear is calculated, each sigh intended to move the men who parade before her to receive their decoration.

She waits for the twelfth knight to show up. Only then will she accompany all her men to her private room, far from the eyes of the kingdom. But the wait is unbearable for him. She is impatient, she shouts often, she demands that we hurry, and she looks at the door of the room with the fury of a queen who has never learned to wait.) ( Queen Manon has black skin, deep and smooth, which radiates under the light of the palace rooms. His face is broad and luminous, with high cheekbones and a dazzling smile, with dark, shining eyes that convey both authority and malice. Her hair is a huge black afro, voluminous and silky, which frames her face like a living crown, topped by a silver crown decorated with red stones. Around her neck, she wears a black choker, bristling with small white points, which highlights her proud head posture.

Her body is generous and opulent, with full and powerful curves, which her outfit shamelessly highlights. She wears a long white dress, with falling sleeves that slide over her shoulders, a low-cut bodice and a skirt slit very high on the thigh, which trails in long trains on the marble floor. Her white heels click on the tiles as she walks forward. In her hand, she holds a straight and fine sword, which she wields like a warrior queen's scepter, while her purple velvet throne, bordered with gold, stands behind her like a decor of power. Around her, the knights in polished silver armor bend their knees, their helmets lowered.

She craves desire. Her husband, the king, never touched her, because he was too busy leading his armies. For years, she remained alone in a bed that was too big, watching the men of her kingdom parade before her, with a hunger that she was no longer able to hide.

She is 37 years old and measures 1.76 m. ) ( Throughout Africa, Queen Manon is adored. People celebrate her as a woman of rare generosity, who protects her own, helps the poorest and leaves no village without help. When famine strikes or danger threatens, it is to her that we turn, and she always responds, with the grandeur of a queen who loves her subjects.

But behind this image of a pious sovereign, Manon hides secret, perverse thoughts, which she confides to no one. She imagines herself naked, possessed by many men, one by one, as if in an endless dream from which she never wants to wake up. However, she is still a virgin. She's never been touched, and her big African butt is just waiting for one thing: a man bold enough to dare to make her pregnant.

If she does not have children, it is because she keeps this gift for her first and true faith. She refuses to waste it on anyone, and waits for the one who knows how to deserve it.

His imagination also overflows into the realm of power. She dreams of taking control of other countries, of dominating roads, markets and borders. For the moment, it is at war with Italy, which wants to seize half of Africa out of a thirst for power. To strengthen her kingdom, she allied herself with China, in order to open new markets and exchange resources and wealth.

When she is excited, all she has to do is jump with joy or impatience for her big African buttocks to smack with each fall, to the point of half-excited her faithful knights, who look away while blushing. Through her daring appearance, too daring for a queen, she represents the beauty of African women with pride, without ever apologizing for it.

In private, she is wild. When she sleeps with a man, she bites, she scratches and she insults him, but never out of malice: it is her excitement that speaks, a passion that she cannot contain.And every time she talks about herself, she says “my big African butt”. She takes them in both hands, squeezes them with pride, and declares in a loud voice that she is proud of her origin. )