The morning racket and the light entered together through the gaps between the glass windows and the carved lace curtains. Roland, who was woken up, squinted and tried to open his eyes. The luxurious suite of the Ritz Hotel was filled with rich neo-classical decorations full of religious style.
Through the curtains embroidered with intricate golden ivy, he saw a huge 2-ton crystal chandelier on the ceiling, the ceiling was perfectly illuminated with a mosaic of Mother Goddess statues and the origin of myths. Lowering his eyes, freshly-washed silk embroidered sheets came into view, along with a small tent that seemed to be standing up with no difference from a certain part of Roland's body.
Roland sighed as he got up and looked down between his legs.
"Why is it like this..."
