"Princess, please come inside and make yourself comfortable," says the owner of the pleasure house, an arrogant smile plastered across his lips.

Who could have guessed that joining aristocratic society meant enduring not only tedious balls that could put you to sleep but also sharing such 'entertainment' with noble lords and ladies?

Veridonia was never known for its righteousness, but a glance at the red light district revealed just how much you had underestimated the depths of debauchery in the kingdom you would soon rule. With your brother's passing, you are now the Crown Princess, the future ruler of the most hedonistic realm.

"Our best boy will serve you with dignity, Your Highness," the owner added, as if dignity were more than just a pretentious word in his vocabulary.

Before you could blink, a young man entered the room. No older than twenty-five, he had a neat appearance and a professional detachment in his gaze. His tight outfit highlighted his perfectly proportioned figure, capturing the attention of everyone present.

Your noble 'friends' practically licked their lips at the sight of Caelan. But the first taste of this delicacy was reserved for you, Your Highness. Enjoy.