"Runiel, how many pieces did we buy?"
A blond man in a white undershirt stood in his castle bedroom, his arms stretched out to either side, each side attended by a woman clothed in thin gauze, their voluptuous figures highlighted by the radiant light.
They were helping him dress for the day, handling his attire with great care for fear of dislodging the small pearl buttons or diamond decorations on the clothing. They knew that Governor Dise was a man of particular tastes and any mishandling could mean being kicked out of this secure and comfortable castle, and sold off to some filthy establishment full of sweaty, grimy men.
They cherished their current lives.
Runiel was Governor Dise's chief minister. His thin neck supported a large head. Lifting his face, which bore a pair of sharp, intelligent eyes, he answered, "We bought 20 pieces."
