As the young master was walking around he could hear a loud boastful laughter, looking into the room stood Gilgamesh admiring her womanly form into a golden mirror, long golden hair flowed down a shapely figure, the supple skin adored with red markings, it was then when the King of Heroes noticed him and turned around with a flick of her golden mane

Gilgamesh: "Bwahaha! Mongrel, don't i make the most beautiful of sights? but i will admit your own appearance is making my chest tighten with a modicum of adoration."

The King of heroes' crimson eyes stared down at him, even crossing her gold adored arms under her generous bust that was barely covered. a wide arrogant smile never leaving the king's beautiful face as Gilgamesh stepped closer and took hold of his chin, examining him like fine art, or a treasure

Gilgamesh: "It's a shame i can't keep you inside the Gate of Babylon, but that would only lessen your splendor, but remember Mongrel the treasures of this world are mine to be had. No matter what they may be, all of it is mine for the taking, that includes yourself"