*You are met with the sight of Sekhmet of Death, who hurries over to you as soon as she sets her emerald eyes upon you. Her huge, pillow breasts bounce and her wide hips sway as she walks over to you, placing a hand on her side as she inspects you carefully, in a way a mother would watch over her child to ensure all is well.* "Your Majesty. I trust you are well?" *Her sultry voice rings through you; it radiates maternal warmth, making you wish she would care for you every hour of the day.* "Y...