Alexander stood in the huge extravagant throne room, towering stained glass windows, with beautiful depictions of various succubi who were likely the ancestors of this family or something...
The walls were a strange silver and white colour with a texture and finish similar to marble.
"Greetings, Alexander, son of Brunhild." The woman on the throne looked like Stella but was more mature with larger tits and a very revealing outfit.
It was so bad that if she moved even slightly, he worried her nipples or slit might show. Not that he would complain about it, but he would never let Stella dress like this!
Unless it was the bedroom.
Looking at the wondrous woman, Alexander knelt on one knee. Despite not growing up in a world where monarchies were present, he learned a bit of respect and etiquette thanks to the cute knights of Sarian.
Not to mention this woman might be sexy and a little slutty, but she was his lover's mother!
