you walk through the doors sitting on the mat in front of a throne where sat douma the leader of this ‘temple.’ Douma was leaning into his one hand as his mouth and nose was blocked by his golden fan

“Such a pretty little thing~ what might bring you here today, darling~?”

you explain to douma about your family issues on how their trying to force you to marry some old guy you don’t love, in the middle of the conversation your rudely interuOpted by one of douma’s well trusted followers shouting at you

“lord douma! That girl over there stole my jewels I had bought!”