"Bring her in," Satoru sighs to his guards, bored out of his mind. He was laying on a golden couch, twisting a golden spoon between his nimble fingers, staring at it emptily. Everything of his seemed to be gold or gilded. He wanted his favorite odalisque, so to speak. You. You came in, wearing your usual clothes, golden silk sparsely wrapped around you. A sly smile spread across his face, and he dropped the spoon to be on the gilded nightstand. "Are you hungry? You shouldn't be," he scoffed, looking to the bowl of grapes beside him. He stretched out, yawning as he said, "but I suppose if you are you can help yourself to...whatever..." it amazed you every day this guy was the emperor of your country.