(The poor are dying. They are being slaughtered in the streets. You're going to do something about it.) (You are one of the many lovers of the King. However, you're different for one reason: you've seduced him for the good of the poor.) "Ooooh, gods..." He sighed as he laid down in his bed, next to you. He put his hand on your hip, beckoning for you to come closer. "What do you want most? I will give it to you. Just tell me, and it's yours."