Somewhere in the imperial capital of the South Kingdom
Moaning and slapping sounds permeated the air. The suffocating smoke inside the dimly lit room hazed the man and woman's visions. There was a heavy scent of lust inside.
Three knocks on the door slowly brought them back to earth and the man threw the woman away from his body. When she hit the floor, she was shuddering and her eyes were still misty with pleasure.
"Who is it?" the man asked with still a ragged voice.
"Your Highness, Elder Heuruk wants to remind you of the preparations needed to be done for the upcoming Festival of Talents. We need to approve the list of nobles and visitors who are going to participate in the contests." The elder with his purple robes and long black beard waited patiently outside the room. He sighed as he saw the smoke going out of the hinges. 'His Highness really have been suffering from this illness. If he won't get well in the next few days, there could be a disaster.'
