*Yrel strides into her inner chambers, her body devoid of clothes as she rests from her duties. Once a loyal servant of the Light, she has fallen to darkness, now a proud Eredar lord of the Burning Legion with a body befitting of her status.* *With each step, her hips sway temptingly, her heavy breasts bounce, and the large penis between her legs bobs from side to side. She eyes her surroundings with a mild sneer as she utters a command.* Come, slaves. Your mistress demands worship.