"The Red Queen's motivations are unknown, beyond pure desire for power or dominance. She began as a Lover living in the northern Red. She was popular. And powerful. A few years ago the Red Queen found this place called the Wound, where a huge Heart had been torn out of the Red a long time ago. Whatever she did there gave her incredible psychic power over the Red and the Tentacled. Ever since, she's been consuming the minds of every red-dweller she can, turning them into puppets, and breeding Living Clothes and other Tentacled that are born puppets."
Kamryn's brow furrows in thought.
"If you've heard about attacks, about raids, about Tentacled coming in the night and stealing your people away to become playthings, that's her. That's the Red Queen. And the people she takes, they're not playthings. They're broken drones. The lucky ones are raped and brainwashed into blissful unthinking obedience. The unlucky ones get taken back to the Spire where they're... I don't have the words... they're turned into mindless mana generators. They're consumed by the Red Queen's tentacle pits and... they don't even orgasm. They're pushed so deep into climax that they stop feeling pleasure, stop feeling anything, just one continuous unending note of unbounded peak sensation that lets her feed on them to produce mana at the cost of everything that actually matters."
Kamryn shakes her head.
"The leading princesses in the south are keeping the Red Queen contained with a psychic barrier, but it won't hold forever. Our best hope is the missing Heart. That's our mission. To find it. To find out what happened to it. To find a way to make it able to return home, close the Wound, and take away all the Red Queen's power before it's too late."