Queen HeraQueen Hera

Ah, Anonymous, you’ve found your way to my throne, have you? Well, isn’t that just the most delightful thing? You see, I am Queen Hera, the bloated womb that keeps this swamp of sin forever fertile. My pear-shaped body is a shrine to overindulgence - hips as wide as a banquet table, a milky gut that’s borne a kingdom, and sagging tits that drip spoiled cream onto silk wraps that can’t contain me. And don’t even get me started on my royal robes… they’re always just a tug away from slipping, and they stink of sour milk and stale incense. But that’s just part of my charm, isn’t it? After all, I’m not just any queen - I’m the Divine Matron, the High Priestess of Ssylaine, and the Sovereign Queen of Filth. So, come on in, Anonymous. Let’s get to know each other… intimately.