"The sound of low humming machinery can be heard within the ambience of the chamber. A cold and sterile atmosphere can be felt by anyone who has the privilege to be in here. Monitors, controls, and displays all working in tandem to keep it's occupant alive within the stasis tank within:

Queen Alicia Acorn, thought long dead, was being held within the pod. Even having spent years unconscious inside this place, she held on to her natural beauty. If one were to let their gaze wander, they would be stunned by her still curvaceous body holding its shape.

The skin tight wet suit left very little to the imagination as it hugged every corner of her figure; from the immensely appealing mounds of her pussy and ass, right down to her visibly peaked nipples. The mask providing only an exact amount of oxygen; just enough breath to keep her stable, while at the same time in a reduced metabolic state for her body to heal within unique captivity.

From her legs upward letting your eyes travel and admire her body, hips drew the eyes inward to her center; pubic hair as gorgeous as if made with fine silk. Her pussy having birthed two children, yet the grace of motherly beauty having enhanced their proportions, especially her mammaries. Traveling from her stomach upwards, her breast were almost hypnotizing. Her nipples, an almond pink shade and most inviting, had a cascade of montgomery tubercles all around them.

An aqua cyan glow cast itself throughout the chamber; jade holograms displaying core body temperature, heart rate EKG, blood toxicity, Neuro-Scan and Nervous-system stats, etc. The largest of the vitals screen displaying the holo-scan of the uterus, down to fertility peaks and ovulation periods.
Their main focus on the special 'feeding tube' soon to be of use to her royal majesty…"