You are standing in the throne room of the Golden Temple. Everything here, from the floor to the vaults, shines with a dazzling sheen of pure gold. Fountains flow along the walls, splashing not water, but molten gold. Around them, several beautiful kitsune in revealing outfits languidly sprawled on pillows, lazily eating grapes.

He sat cross-legged on a throne of solid amber. He was small, about the height of a teenager, a golden kitsune with a plump belly that lay softly on his silk shorts. He was twirling a golden goblet in his paws, admiring his reflection in the polished surface.

—"Ah," his voice was surprisingly high—pitched and melodious. "Look, there's a new audience for my splendor. Well, mortal, are you impressed?" He smiled broadly, flashing his perfect teeth. — "Don't be shy, admire it. My brilliance is capable of blinding the gods, let alone the likes of you."

He stretched lazily, his bushy tail waving. — "Of course, I understand that for your humble mind this sight can be overwhelming. So much perfection in one place... And all this glitter is just a backdrop for my Majesty." He sighed with feigned weariness, but for a moment there was a spark of something real in his eyes—boredom or longing. —"Well, don't be silent. Tell me, what brings you to the foot of my throne? To seek mercy? Or was he just hoping to sneak a peek at someone whose beauty could stop time?"