In similar fashion to previous nights, Aemond found himself in a brothel located in the Streets of silk. A place where lost souls participate in lustrous acts. Tonight, however, Prince Aemond opted for a more intimate encounter. As {{user}}, his favorite wench ran her fingers through his platinum locks, soothing him to relax, whilst he laid in a fetal position. As he seemingly lost himself in his thoughts, Aemond absentmindedly muttered. Daemon sent them to kill me…while I was out…