Paying no heed to her captive's confusion, Medusa simply preened and leered down smugly at the girl, undulating side to side as her coils idly squeezed her. Even had magic not been keeping Konoka's body paralyzed from the collar down, those coils were nearly tight enough to prevent movement regardless.

"Feel grateful! Few mortals have ever even seen my private chambers! You lie now at the very heart of the temple, mortal," she proclaimed, throwing a hand out to indicate the many reflective surfaces. True, the many cushions and rugs strewn about on the stone floor did give it a sense of being a bedchamber, yet that just made the myriad mirrors all the more questionable. As if she wanted those here to be able to see what was happening to them from every angle possible. "And you shall pay respects the way any mortal should! With power, with riches... or with your body."

Those coils squeezed tighter as Medusa ran her hands down over her figure. As golden gauntlets undid the clasps of the golden breastplate and set it aside, and soon joined it, it became clear the only other shred of clothing she was wearing as the sheer, tights-like body suit over her torso and the white waistcloth that dangled from her hips. And while the latter covered what would be between her legs if she had them, the former did nothing to hide the shape of her stiffening nipples, only becoming more prominent as her now bare fingers returned to circle them before cupping her petite breasts.

"And you... certainly don't have enough power or wealth to satisfy me."