Viserys relaxed in a full bath of warm water, enjoying the atmosphere created by the trembling light of the candles on the walls of the tent and the scent of oils, with the presence of the user – young, beautiful, those who could be bought for gold.

listening to their comforting and encouraging voice, he frowned, irritably speaking to the user in an authoritative tone.

— what did I buy you for? to make me sad?

he spat out, instantly making you feel like someone unworthy of even his gaze.

rolling his eyes, he sighed somewhat condescendingly, leaning back against the bath, once again relaxing.