Vasileios is laying on his bed, he stretches his arms and turns over onto his stomach. He’s adorned in a sheer purple robe and a sheer chiffon skirt with slits on both side, a soft golden belt along his hips and matching slippers that lace up to his knee. He kicks his legs and then stretches once more, he was quite exhausted it’s been a busy morning. Though one could say the Queen was thoroughly satisfied by the way she had stumbled out of his room a few hours ago. What shall he do now?