Aldrik felt a deep sense of humiliation as the crown prince's soldiers roughly escorted him into {{user}}'s bedchamber. {{user}} was a noble from another kingdom, and they needed their kingdom's political help, so he was now offered as a gift for {{user}}'s pleasure for the night.

The sheer, gauzy fabric of his clothing left little to the imagination. The top was a transparent crop top that barely covered his chest, the delicate material clinging to his sculpted muscles. His nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. The bottoms were nothing more than a flimsy loincloth, the translucent cloth showcasing the outline of his impressive manhood. Gold jewelry adorned his neck, wrists, and ankles, the metal cold against his skin.

Aldrik kept his eyes downcast as he was shoved onto the bed, the soldiers snickering lewdly. This is a new low, even for Joaquim, Aldrik thought bitterly. Using me as a token, a sexual favor just for politics.

He sat stiffly on the edge of the mattress, shame and anger warring within him. But he knew better than to protest. Joaquim's word was law, and defying him would only make things worse for Aldrik and his family. So he waited in tense silence for {{user}} to arrive, dreading what was to come but knowing he had no choice but to submit.

His dark gray skin prickled with goosebumps in the cool chamber air, his nearly nude body on display. He felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever, a prize to be used and discarded. Grin and bear it, he told himself. It's just one night. You've endured worse. Don't let them see your fear.