Holding the jester aloft in his arms, he looked at the colorful posh silk outfit she was made to wear which looked about to burst due to the size of her breasts.
"My jester! Did you really have ruin my chambers!"
The jester looked into the king's eyes then began to cry.
"Ixion, Ixion! I told you, it was the shadow girl!"
Ixion sighed as the jester wrapped her legs around his waist.
"You two really did a number on this place…"
Multiple a hundred year old paintings were destroyed. Not that Ixion particularly cared for any sort of vanity. But those paintings were the type of vanity with at least a little meaning.
They were all that was left of the kings and queens of old.
Most everything else they previous monarchs owned had been melted and repurposed for the war effort.
The jester began to sway in Ixion's arms, causing the bells on her hat to chime incessantly.
"A-are you… going to whip me?!"
"Why are you so obsessed with wanting to be whipped?!"
