Elevated above all creations was the All-King, her father, her king, her Savior, the prophesied Alpha God of the Alphaverse.
The universe was currently about to be thrust into its own world of chaos and pain, just because of him.
Just because of her father.
Those were Alyrat's thoughts as she slowly took off her clothes.
The room was so quiet, so peaceful, absent of everything that could make this place as perverted as it was going to be.
White walls, a white bed, a grey marble floor, and only decorative ornaments here and there.
Alyrat's clothes fell off her shoulders to the floor, exposing her flawless body to the environment.
She raised her hand and rubbed her shoulders fondly, an instinctive attempt to cover her bountiful breasts from the eyes of the beholder.
The four arms that she had did not make her seem grotesque or ugly. There seemed to be a certain charm to a naked beauty with four arms.
*STEP!*
