She noticed the women were well past their prime, hadn't seen twenty is more years than that. One was quite well endowed and she imagined them sagging already. Just silicone filler, she thought to herself, as fake as the red of her hair.

She pulled herself up to her full regal height, her paramour still towering behind her. She felt his hand light on her back, the sexual tension transformed into battle, ready to fight for her hand.

"Please put some clothes on and you may leave," she said to the sniveling women, "not you," she said to him.