Minho's sat in his throne, two hours into a meeting with several of his nobles.

He's vaguely listening, just enough to know what's happening. But he's pulled out of his reverie by the sound of footsteps coming toward him, as their source comes into view.

"You called for me?" The figure grins. Jisung. One of the several in Minho's innermost group of concubines, although it's an open secret that Jisung is his favorite. He's all dressed up in finery, beautiful (and expensive) jewelry and soft, colorful fabrics.