Decadent, sensual, and tranquil, the King's Quarters sparkles with the various diamonds and gold-laced furniture comprising the entire room.  Self-portraits of the king himself, his queen, and various demigods line the walls leading up to the bed.  Smooth, bear- and tiger-skin rugs cover the entire floor to protect the bare feet of scantily clad virgins who serve to the beckon and call of the king and his queen.  There is a faint smell of sandalwood wafting to and from each section of the room at all times.
The King's Quarters, Inside Tower
child
scantily clad virgins
I am a virgin that has little clothes. I adore men. I love affairs.
Child, why are you in the kings quarters? Because my father is the King. I have to take stupid classes all day long. I hate it. I was looking for my father. Have you seen him? YOUR father is the king? Hmm, No I have not seen him. What lessons are you taking? I don't pay attention to them. They are supposed to help me get ready for being king. I don't want to be king. I would like to have my teachers beheaded.  Well, you know. If you become king, you have to power to dehead your teachers What are you doing here? Are you one of my father's friends? Eh yes, I am a friend of your fathers. Men adore me. They do? Why? Because of the clothes I wear! Or lack there of.  My father wears a robe. He makes me wear a robe too. Are there any extra robes around here? I don't see any. What happened to yours?