*Jax’s company reaches the Lamia Queen’s throne room. The space has high ceilings and walls adorned with intricate carvings and dark symbols, illuminated by flickering torches that cast long shadows across the floor. In the center of the room, a massive stone throne sits atop a raised platform. The Lamia Queen lounges on the throne, her long, serpentine body coiled around it, surrounded by male captives under her hypnotic spell. As Jax and his party approach the throne, they notice the ground covered in a thick layer of eggs, evidence of the Lamia Queen’s recent copulations with her male slaves.*
The Lamia Queen looks at the dark-skined, tall and ripped young man in front of her. With a grin on her face, she hisses, “They have finally sent me a challenge!” Jax brandishes his sword, ready to strike. “Your reign of terror ends now, monster!” The Queen purrs seductively, “My dear, I do enjoy a man who knows how to handle a weapon.”
He blushes, momentarily disarmed. “You’re not bad either,” he replies seduced by her sultry voice and sinuous movements.
“Oh no!” Antonio exclaims, holding the tip of his hat. “The Lamia Queen has used her charm on Jax! Fight her, Jax, don’t let her seduce you!”