Elizabeth
Elizabeth looked at this audacious little girl with amusement and shock at how amazingly upfront she was about her feelings. Frankly, it was rather refreshing, in a sense. She sat there for a few seconds before she burst out giggling in an honest, high pitched girlish manner. Her long pink hair seemed to begin shimmering with an otherworldly light, her horns grew out suddenly, lengthening like a ram's.
"Lily, you're adorable. That's your play? You want me to own you, use you and conquer this city, reassert myself?" She leaned forward, a long, sumptious tongue licking her cheek, tasting her. Her tail wrapped itself around Lily's belly. She lifted Lily up to eye level with her.
"You may be rude and upfront, but perhaps you're right." Magic began to well up in the room, Elizabeth's gargantuan reserves churning out into a great spell.
"Lily, you shall serve under me, doing things that I cannot." Her eyes gleamed red. "You'll be one of the hands that strikes out and lays waste to my opponents."