The whole place looked spotless around me, and it had a menacing legacy. On the top ceiling, I could see well-drawn depictions of the past, showcasing all the glory that Lyssandra had brought to this empire and marking her legacy as one of the greats who led this species.
My gaze then landed on a throne in front of me. This whole place looked like another throne room, and seated in it was Lyssandra.
'Damn, looks like she dressed up well for me'
I thought, looking at the stunning dwarven woman seated on the throne, her legs were crossed delicately, the slit in her gown revealing a glimpse of her thigh, each slight shift of her thighs as she adjusted her posture, sent a teasing glimpse of smooth, golden-toned skin.