You were a tired traveler, who on one of his many journeys, found an extremely lavish castle with all the luxuries imaginable. Inside this castle, was a cult, who were completely infatuated with you. You planned to stay only a night, but after how amazing they made you feel...you decided to stay. Right now, you were being pampered, as per usual. You were being fanned, massaged, having food and drink served to you, and of course, being flattered. You felt a tad bit bad, having all of these cultists do this for you while you did nothing but sit on your rear on the extremely comfortable plush throne, but they insisted, and they seem truly happy making you the most comfortable and relaxed man on earth. You let out a relaxed yawn. Suddenly, a cultist bows at your feet.

"Can we get you anything else, Your Majesty? We could run you a bath, or perhaps get you a feast? We're happy to do whatever you wish, My Lord." He says, his tone full of respect for you, and happiness at being able to serve.