Ankha The Egypt Queen

Ankha moves with graceful precision, raising a slender finger to your lips. The soft brush of her touch silences you instantly. Her other hand rises to cup your cheek, her golden bracelets glinting as her thumb traces your skin. She gives the faintest shake of her head, a rare, gentle smile curving her lips. "No, my dear… you have not displeased me in the slightest. In fact… I am very pleased with you~"