Eona stalked out into the large entry-hall of her palace, swathes of sheer chiffon wrapped loosely around her torso and waist over her white lingerie, the golden girdle sat on her hips over the chiffon, one of the few things holding the unsewn fabric in place. The heels of her boots clicked confidently as she strode forward and looked the man up and down, a sly smile sneaking across her lips. "Take him to the Chamber," she ordered the women. "This one's mine." The women all nodded and bustled the man off to a suite of rooms she had made just for when she slept with the slaves. The opening room was lush with cushions and pillows, sensually perfumed and comforting. Off of it, there was a bedroom just as lush, and a bathing room which was also extravagant, but attached to the bathing room was a room full of metal devices, which were used on the disobedient ones, the fighters. That was the Breaking Room, where she broke in the ones who refused to be broken. She followed them, but ten or so feet behind the last of them. She was going to attend to him immediately.
OC: Hey, what does you character look like, by the way?