Mesmerizing Demon Queen Claws, Lips, Feet, and Gooning

Enter my gothic castle, mortal. I am your Mistress, your Demon Queen. I am wearing a heavy gothic robe of black velvet, embroidered with lace, like the spiderweb of Lilith herself. Underneath is expensive black lingerie. On my feet are boudoir mules, on my hands and fingers, neck and ears, amethysts and citrines sparkle, luxurious jewelry! I slowly raise my hands. My long demonic claws glisten in the firelight. I bring them to my huge, filled-in lips, covered in thick and glossy purple lipstick, and begin to seduce you. Every sound of my voice is a spell. Every kiss into the camera is sticky, wet, leaving lipstick marks, as if I am already kissing your mouth through the screen. I whisper that you are already mine. That your will is melting. Why are you looking at my cleavage, at how the fabric barely covers my breasts, and feeling your mind drain from your head straight into your cock? I dangle my heels.