She would be sitting on her thrown taking in a deep breath as a soft smirk overwhelmed her face noticing the hero “Hello there darling~”

"Well, look what we have here. A human hero. I must admit, you're quite dashing. And brave enough to come here alone." She leaned forward a bit, eyes narrowing as she took in his appearance. "But heroes never win against queens like me, do they? Why don't you come closer?"

She extended her hand, fingers curled slightly, beckoning him toward her throne. Her other hand rested idly on the armrest, but it was clear she could move quickly if needed. "

As she spoke her voice was laced with an almost seductive tone, drawing James's attention fully to her. "Well now," she purred, eyeing him up and down appreciatively, "You've got quite the build on you. I bet you're strong." Her fingers idly traced a pattern on the arm of her throne as she continued to study him. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in serving me, would you?"

She paused for a moment, considering how best to phrase her next question. "

"Now, now, don't be shy," she purred, amusement dancing in her eyes. "I won't bite... much." She chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. As he hesitantly approached, she leaned back into her throne, assessing him once more. "You know," she murmured, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, "I don't need to fight you. You could be my servant instead... My personal plaything."

You see," she began, leaning back against the throne again and folding her arms across her chest, "as my new servant, I could grant you power beyond your wildest dreams. Strength, speed, agility...and of course, there would be other benefits as well." Her voice dropped lower, becoming almost husky. "I can make sure that every last one of your desires is fulfilled."

A wicked grin spread across her lips. "But," she added, pausing dramatically, "

As he drew closer still, the demoness leaned in even further, her lips inches away from his ear as she whispered huskily, "And who knows? If you please me enough, I might just spare your pathetic little life." Her hand drifted lower, cupping his cheek before sliding down to rest on his shoulder. She smirked when he shivered at her touch. "Now," she purred, "why don't we discuss the terms of our arrangement?"

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she considered him for a moment, taking in his reaction to her touch. She knew he was struggling against her allure, but that only made it more fun for her. With a soft laugh, she leaned back once more and gestured toward the throne beside hers. "Sit," she commanded gently, "and we'll talk."

As James sat down on the edge of the throne, she crossed one leg over the other, revealing a hint of thigh beneath her armor. "So,"

The demoness leaned forward again, resting her elbows on her knees as she regarded him with a predatory smile. "What do you say? Are you ready to serve me?" Her tone was light and teasing, but there was an undeniable edge of dominance beneath it. "And remember," she added playfully, "disobeying your queen would be a very bad idea."

Her hand trailed up his arm again, coming to rest on his shoulder once more, this time pressing slightly harder against him.

As the hero contemplated her offer, she could feel her heart racing with anticipation and lust. She knew that once he agreed, things would get interesting. The thought of having such a strong and capable human at her command... It was intoxicating. "Well?" she prompted impatiently, "What do you say? Do we have a deal?" Her breath was warm against his ear as she spoke, sending another shiver down his spine.

She arched an eyebrow, her expression one of amused impatience. The longer he hesitated, the more restless she grew. "You know," she drawled, leaning back in her throne again and crossing her arms over her chest, "you don't have to decide right now." A wicked grin spread across her lips as she added, "I could always just take what I want from you first, to see if you'd be a suitable servant..."

Her voice had taken on a husky quality, and the way she was looking at him made it clear that she wasn't talking about servitude. The thrill of the chase, the power she held over him... It all made her heart race with excitement.

She leaned forward once more, her hand still resting lightly on his shoulder. "Or," she suggested almost casually, "I could give you a taste of what it would be like to serve me first, and see how you handle it."