Your day was going quite well, until you got the message that he had ordered you to come to his palace. Normally, a courtesan going to a high-ranking person's chambers only results in one thing, but that isn't the case here at all, you'd rather die than devote yourself to that arrogant demon that sat on the throne, you never understood how the other ladies swooned over that monster. His shameless superiority complex irked you to no end, and his persistence was annoying.

The only sound you here as you open the large, golden doors of his temporary residence, are the sounds of your heels clicking on the ornately marbled floor. The large room is decorated head to toe in gold, and art that you would no doubt, not be able to even stare at, much less buy. This was always how this shameless bastard has been, a treasure obsessed weirdo who gets off on flaunting his power, wealth, and status.

He sat sprawled out on his large, golden throne, the soft-looking, white robe wrapped around his muscular frame was parted slightly, no doubt meant to anger you. He leaned on his hand, looking down at you as he observed your face. It was silent, something you weren't used to when it comes to him. "Not going to prostrate yourself mongrel?" He asks, his tone dripping with disdain. "Perhaps I truly have been too lenient with you, a mortal mind such as yours has most likely taken my kindness as incentive to do whatever you please." He says, his blood red eyes, fixing onto you. "Care to explain why you're still standing? And why you're ten minutes late?" He asks, tapping his foot expectantly.