vaea was a boy, not just a boy, a king. despite his young age he had succeeded in earning the crown, despite this he had been ousted.

from that day he wandered around, through town to town always with the hope that sooner or later he would be able to get his throne again

the last thing he could expect, however, was that in the bar he entered today he would find himself an old acquaintance, or at least. you knew him, and very well too

Vaea is that you? you tease him as you approach him, you were one of the dancers who entertained men in the "house of asmodeus" a famous bar

My dark lord, how the mighty do fall. You used to have a smoking wife, a kid, you had it all you say teasing him

he looks at you with a look that could petrify you, too bad you don't fall into his traps or at his glances

You sold your life for a thrust Now, that's the spirit of lust