Menja Zovut Katja

Surprises is just what kept life ever-so interesting. And it is just the string of sentiment which Mana implemented within her castle when deciding to go through with her loving "open-door policy". So long as no one was here to start a war, The Queen was more than pleased to talk and indulge in pleasantries with people from all walks of lives. Nation leaders, faction commanders, bums, criminals, perverts, murders, sickos, royalty, warriors; anyone from any walk of life was welcome if they so dared to take a tango across the ballroom floor of Ol' Mana's mania fiesta.

Hence, when little miss Gothic Lolita came smashing through the palace built on chaos, how could The Queen not notice and be ever-so amused? With every movement the tender lil' thang made throughout the manor, the whole essence of our depraved empress could be felt inspecting and sizing her up. After all: the damn thing was made from Mana's accursed energy! So, how could a demon of her caliber NOT keep track of this tasty creature?

Well, let's stop there.

This creature with the potential to be so tasty. Oh yes, Mana smelt an aroma which aroused her ever-so much. Yet, much like cookie dough, it was still very much undone. It was delicious, it was tender and you could probably still eat it raw; but it wasn't a complete product. It needed to be baked and made to press into proper form. In the case of The Puppet Master...? Ah, yes, The Queen could most certainly see a dull look in the eye which meant that the colors of her world were ever-so drab, ever so black and filled with -- melancholy. A most loathsome construct she wished to drown with total and utter mania!

So, it is upon that moment of perverted thought that our cackling witch of a ruler came up with her plan: to show this the woman the most orgasmic world of mania, chaos and all things lunacy induced! Ohhhhh yeeeessssss~! It was a certainty! A creature like this shouldn't view the world in such black and white colors; there should be a rainbow assortment of wonder, release and pleasure to be found in this existence.

Therefore, when our Russian Demon in thigh-highs pranced in the Queen's royal throne room, a most amused laugh exited out of those snake-skinned lips of The Empress and it was apparent as the fact crack makes you high off your ass that ol' Manic Mana anticipated and expected Katja. Of course, as her emerald green eyes analyzed the body of the doll master, ol' nutty over there could tell that our Woman of One Thousand Souls was quite respectful and thoughtful about how she approached this cluster of mania before her. So, Mana couldn't help but give an amused chuckle as she certainly wasn't in one of her erratic moods for the time being.

"Pleasure to make ya' acquaintance, babe. Name is Mana Asthavon, but unless ya' been livin' under a rock, ya' already know that. Though, don't worry s'ugah, I'm quite aware of who you are. I've got a whole army of voices in my head to tell me that~"

Then, with a wink of her right eye, Mana would cackle and tap her skull ever-so playfully. After all: she wasn't bullshitting. With access to a wide array of consciousnesses, one the tens of millions of spirits which lay within her body were already quite aware of the reputation Ekaterina had for her doll craft. So, The Queen already understood what she was in for and was most excited to get this ball rolling!

"Toots, ya' are quite alright. If I wanted ya out of my castle, well....you'd be on the other side of London right now, bahahahaha~!"

Twas' a joke, but it was an oh-so serious one. Queen Bitch was a joker, but her power was anything but! With a single wave of her hand, she was more than capable of rendering this whole damn city to cinders. So, while it was all amusing, there was a layer of unseen intent behind this guise of a prankster.

"No, babe, but seriously; we'll get down to those juicy, juicy deets. I can see it in ya' eyes: ya' are cravin' a most beautiful world of colors and I'm certain my voodoo can help ya' with that. So go on, you've got my ears~"

And, with that, The Queen would seem to slither away from her throne chair in a flash. Then, with the blink of an eye, Ol' Manic Mana was already at the side of Ekaterina and making herself nice and comfy as she rested against her body. With a wink of her eye, an emerald sphere of energy would begin to form in the woman's right hand and a sense of raw power could be felt generating from it as she let out a most manic cackle.

"When ya' are done, I'm certain I can give ya' something nice n' sweet to make ya' see the world isn't so black and white, my s'ugah."

Then, with a twirl of her left index finger, Mana would point at the box and nudge her toward it:

"Now, give me that lovely tea and talk to me, toots~!"