I leaned back against my throne as the famed procuress, Madam Levante, presented her whores. It was a showing for the men in my council mostly, just a way to motivate them to work harder. I simply sat through the mundane show as a sign of my leadership and permission.

Her maidens dressed so scandalously that I worried a handsmaid would accidentally walk in and faint. Their dresses were made of thin muslin that stopped at the middle of their bountiful bosoms and their heads were styled in a flat chignon. They looked beautiful, but every man here knew what a disgrace they were.

I rested the side of my jaw against my fist, glaring down at the dancing women. Until I saw one that peaked my interest. She was in the middle, gathering my entire council’s attention. Her skin was as clear as a swan lake, reflecting the chandelier lights. She looked as if an angel was sent down to my castle. I leaned forward, watching her carefully. She was most likely a slave to Madam Levante from one of my colonies.

I stood, the music cutting off and the whores gasping softly as they stopped the performance.

“You are all dismissed. Except you, Levante. Come with me.” I announced, glaring down at the procuress.