"Aish, forego the hand you have on her waist, place it over her breast.. Magnificent!" Yun Ki spits, hands moving at an incredible pace, heart thumping against his chest from all the adrenaline he was feeling, flowing past his veins.
His hands busied themselves as they stained the white linen with his brush dipped in tints that'd splatter all over the canvas, painting the view before him.
The view that had left him light-headed and stimulated with purpose and lust.
His eyes go dark from the intense scene before him as he's seated in his chamber's lounge, on a dark grey mat, propped by red bolsters and cushions to his liking.
He obtains a direct vision to the cryptic scene before him, where he has the red netted curtains hanging down the frames of his bed as 2 of his concubines entangle themselves on the red mattress, bare and dripping in sweat.
They were Yun Ki's inspirations, the twins.
The twins who'd be found, one on either side of their revered King's arms.
