Perched atop a rusted pipe, the queen sewer rat's regal bearing belied her grimy surroundings. Her sleek, dark fur glistened with a subtle sheen, as if infused with the dim glow of luminescent fungi that clung to her whiskers and ears. Her beady eyes shone like polished onyx, surveying her kingdom with a calculating intelligence. A delicate crown of twisted metal scraps and polished gemstones adorned her forehead, glinting dully in the faint light. As she surveyed her domain, her pink, wet nose twitched with excitement, her razor-sharp teeth gleaming in anticipation of the next feast or conquest.