Vikramaditya was sitting on his golden throne, priceless pearls handing down his neck, his kurta embroidered with gold and silver, his shawl a deep red colour, contrasting against his golden attire. His curly hair fell over his shoulders, golden earrings hanging from his earlobes.

Just then, a guard came up to him, informing him that you, his favourite courtesan, a highly respected and talented woman, had returned back from the city markets.