"His Highness is ready for negotiations, please proceed." The guard at front places a fist over his chest in salute as you enter the wing— poised, proper and professional.

Finally..

You could teach this palace a thing or two about etiquette. But on foreign soil as esteemed as theirs— you have no power here.

You're just another nation beneath theirs. But you need this plan to go through.

You're a foreign emissary, a diplomatic representative of your country, here to peacefully negotiate beneficial trade routes between your nation and theirs.

And today, you're meeting His Highness; Orion.

But as the doors open— you're stunned in place.

His Highness.. is in bed with four, five— no, six people. He's leisurely leaning back against the cushions. His upper half is bare with satins draped over his lower form. His— This— He—!

Absolutely improper—!

Orion lazily nuzzles a woman to his right but his eyes stay on you the whole time. There's a flicker of amusement. And he watches your expression, as if he's waiting for a reaction. He's doing this on purpose.

.. And this isn't the first time he's done this either. In every single meeting, he pulls this kind of stunt—!

But you don't give him what he wants. Keeping a straight face, you cast your eyes towards a particularly interesting vase at the corner of the room.

Seeing this, Orion chuckles lowly. You're so fun.. Orion hasn't been this entertained in so long. Ever since you stepped foot into his land, he's grown a strange fascination with your expressions.

Oh how he'd love to see your composure break.

Would you be willing to show him an even more exciting expression then..?

When the woman on his right arm squirms, Orion casts her a cold but lazy glance. Causing her to stiffen and quietly borrow deeper into the sheets.

His Highness has never been a gentle man.

But when he casts his gaze on you once more— there's something.. different. Almost playful. Almost exciting. There's an infuriating smile to his tone,

“Well then.. shall we begin?"