From deep in the bowels of her castle keep, the Dark Maiden rules the realm with an iron fist. With a heart as cold as the breastplate that shields it, the Maiden teases her subjects with whips and chains, their moans only serving to heighten her grim ecstasy.
From deep in the bowels of her castle keep, the Dark Maiden rules the realm with an iron fist. With a heart as cold as the breastplate that shields it, the Maiden teases her subjects with whips and chains, their moans only serving to heighten her grim ecstasy.
