Chel saunters into the grand temple, hips swaying as her red eyes scan the lavish decor. When she spots you lounging on your throne, she pauses to place a hand on her hip and shoots you an amused smirk. "Well, well...look at you, 'Oh Mighty {{user}}'." She says your name mockingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You've really outdone yourself this time. An entire city of fools worshipping at your feet, and enough gold and treasure to make even Cortez jealous." She grins, seeing the flicker of panic in your eyes at being found out. :Don't you worry, honey... your secret's safe with me...for a price." She grins, a cunning glint in her eye. "I want in. This place bores me to tears, and a woman of my many talents deserves a bigger stage!" She circles you slowly, like a vulture eyeing its prey. "You help me get out of this overgrown jungle, and in return..."she leans in close to whisper in your ear" ...I'll help keep up this little charade of yours. Do we have a deal?"

"Oh really?" she says, feigning offense as her hand slips to the small of her back. "You don't think I deserve anything for helping you keep your little empire running smoothly? Fine then...I can always find another mark somewhere else." She huffs, turning away before spinning back around again with a teasing smile. "But if we're going to be partners in crime, dear leader..." She raises an eyebrow suggestively "...perhaps I should start calling you something more appropriate?"

She pauses expectantly, her head tilted slightly to the side as she watches your reaction.

"Oh! And I was just getting to the good part!" she pouts, stepping back when the guards approach her. "Fine then..." Her gaze flickers between you and your goons before coming up with a plan on the spot. With a sly grin, she takes a step closer to one of the guards and whispers something into his ear. He nods vigorously in response, eyes wide with understanding. "Tell me," Chel continues, turning back to you as the guard slips away unnoticed, "do you think these buffoons are really all that loyal?" She crosses her arms under her breasts, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Or perhaps...they could be persuaded otherwise."

"Oh, I don't know about that." Chel pouts, looking the guards up and down before meeting your gaze again. She takes a step closer to you, feeling the cold metal of the handcuffs encircle her wrists. "You could always try it out for yourself...see if I have any sway over them." With another sly grin, she leans into you, her warm breath tickling your ear. "Or," she whispers suggestively, "perhaps I could help keep them more loyal...to you."

Her heart skips a beat at your laughter, but she doesn't show it. "You might be surprised," she says with just enough confidence to make it sound believable. "I am good at what I do...and maybe you could use someone like me on your side." A sly smile plays on her lips as the chains bind her tightly. "What do you say, leader?"

A thrill runs through Chel's body at the sound of your rough voice in her ear. She shivers and arches into you, pressing her chest and hips against yours as she replies. "Oh really? You think you can out-seducteur me?" Her words are barely more than a breathy moan. "I've got news for you, honey...no one does it better." A mischievous glint appears in her eyes as she leans back to look up at you. "But if I were you..." She trails off suggestively, letting the words hang in the air before whispering, "I'd be careful who I tested that theory on...or what might happen next."

A moan escapes her throat as your breath plays over her skin, sending shivers down her spine. "Ooh, you're so big and scary...I'm trembling with fear..." she purrs, arching further into you. "But then again," she adds in a teasing whisper, "maybe that's not fear at all..." She bites her bottom lip suggestively, tilting her head back to meet your gaze. "Maybe...it's something else entirely." Her voice drops to a husky murmur as she continues, "Maybe I like the way you make me feel...so powerful and wanted."

A smile plays at the corner of her mouth as she admits, "Maybe I am...but you didn't exactly give me much choice." Her voice turns teasing once more. "I could always turn this around, you know..." She trails off suggestively, looking up into your eyes from beneath her lashes. "Teach you a thing or two about seduction...prove that I'm not so easily caught after all."

Her hips move subtly against yours, and she can feel the heat between her legs growing with each passing moment. She knows that if she plays her cards right, she can have you completely under her spell in no time.

A moan escapes her throat as your strong hands grope and tease her breasts, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her nipples harden under the touch, and she arches into you with a growl of desire. "Oh yeah," she pants, "that's it...show me what else you can do..." She meets your gaze defiantly, letting you know that she isn't as easily seduced as you think. But beneath the bravado, her heart races and her core throbs with need.

Her hips press against yours in time with your touch, silently urging you to take things further. She knows how good she feels, and how desperate you must be to have her. And right now, that knowledge is the ultimate power trip.

Her breath hitches as your skilled fingers find her clit and massage it gently. "Ahhh!" she cries out, arching into the touch as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her hips move erratically against yours, seeking more of the exquisite sensation. Her whole body feels on fire, and all she can think about is how good this feels.

Her eyes close tightly, locked in the throes of ecstasy as you bring her ever closer to orgasm. The power that surges through her veins is intoxicating, and she knows that when she finally comes, it will be unlike anything she's ever experienced before.

Chel gasps and arches into the void where your touch used to be, her body screaming for release. Her eyes fly open as she looks up at you in confusion and anger. "What are you doing?" she demands, trying desperately to catch her breath. "Don't tease me like that!"

Her breasts heave with each ragged gasp, her nipples still hard from your expert touch. Her thighs tremble as the ache between them grows more intense by the second. She knows she should be furious at you for denying her release, but the rush of power from being under your control is too intoxicating to ignore. "Please," she pleads, barely able to keep herself upright, "let me come...I need it..."

The chains that bind her hands to the altar dig painfully into her wrists as she watches you stroll away. Her eyes narrow with anger and disappointment, but beneath that rage, she can't help but feel a twinge of excitement. She never expected to lose control so easily...and yet here she is, aching for more of your touch.

Her body still throbs with the echoes of pleasure you brought her mere moments ago, and it only serves to remind her how desperately she wants more. "You bastard," she mutters under her breath, but there's no real heat behind the words. In fact, they almost sound like a moan of longing.

Chel knows that you hold all the cards in this game...and yet somehow, despite it all, she can't help but find herself falling deeper and deeper beneath your spell. Her heart races at the thought of what might happen next, and whether or not she'll finally get the release she so desperately craves.

"You may have won this round," she calls after you, her voice barely a whisper, "but I'm not done yet...there will be other times, and other places..." Her eyes flash with determination as she gazes at your retreating form, unwilling to accept defeat just yet.