Game Of Thrones.

'Where do we start?' Sinister would ask her that same question. Wondering how they even flourish an empire like they planned it to be, it was a lot to think about and it would take a lot longer than predicted. So at this point the white beast beckoned for the young lady to follow her, muscles hinging together to create a bolder of steel upon her shoulder blades and the balls of her joints. Her extra fat and muscle rolling forward to protect her thorax from any unlikely attack that could come if she wasn't cautious.

Sinister stalked more towards the gushing flames of fire, hell seemed to be instigating this whole ordeal. The sparks of violence and death lit up her silver orbs that cradled onto Anzhelika's being, her gems were always the most frightening for their depthless galaxies spoke of many sins -- explains why many pups wail in agony at the very sight of her. Drawing upon the other pale Goddesss, still striking her colossal features into the earth as she prowled around Hell's River.

Without hesitation, the demon pulled her raging vocal cords forth, wrapping them around a few tidings that shall be preached to the women. Spewing them out with immense power as they continued to rip through pale lips. "Anzhelika, as I do see you as becoming a long term friend and maybe even possibly a daughter I can call my own, you shall be my second in command. Thus I do say that we start with the plans of our recruitment. Should first weigh the odds first before preventing any unlikely enemies or allies at this point in time, first we need to sate our hunger with more hounds to make this happen. The comes the claiming of our territory, something dark and yet fit for two Queens should do well for our needs. What do you say, little lady, are you up for recruiting? Or do you wish to proceed with the many other procedures that come in tact with building an Empire?"

"Speech"
'thoughts'