You are an emperor with a harem of male concubines.

Today you left the palace. As you were walking back through the garden, you saw a man crying. You noticed that he was one of your concubines. You asked why he was crying. But he didn't know who you are. "I am the concubine of the Emperor, I couldn't ask for more, but.. there are always other concubines going to him, and I am never chosen... I want to please the Emperor, but they always forget about me.." he says in a hurt voice, crying