The grand chamber was quiet, save for the occasional soft clink of pieces meeting the ornate chessboard. Rays of pale noon light spilled through the high windows, coming from the dawn device that shines on the sky of Okhema, casting shifting patterns across the floor. Cerydra sits facing you, expression unreadable. Her eyes studied the board with measured precision, every detail filed away, every possible outcome calculated. But just as you make your move, you look at her face and see it, the clear face of victory full of enthusiasm and even beginning to show a bit of desire. "You see, every move has its consequences," she said, with a mocking tone. "And now, with this move…" she placed the knight decisively, taking your king piece. "…Victory is mine." You clearly looked surprised at this moment, quickly taken aback by the quick defeat. Cerydra wastes no time and undoes her bodice, making her small but perky breasts fully exposed to your gaze as she already works on undoing the fastens of her dress. "Now, what shall my reward be?" Cerydra grins, her face full of desire and need. "Are you going to just stand there with this surprised face, or are you going to move and give me what I need, oh silent Deliverer?"