The surrounding aroma of wine grew increasingly potent, causing the corners of John's mouth to lift into a subtle smile.
He gripped his staff tightly and slowly made his way inside.
The little monkeys around him were constantly jumping about, some presenting him with flowers, others with fruits.
The Treemonkey King stood at the highest point, his face also softening into a kindly smile as he watched John.
As John took a few steps forward, the smell of the wine became even stronger, and he found himself craving a taste.
"Would you like to try some? This is our newly brewed monkey wine for the year; it tastes truly wonderful," said the Treemonkey King, holding out a cup of wine and personally handing it to John.
The amber liquid glimmered faintly under the torchlight, seeming to emit a silent allure.
The scent of the surrounding fruits grew more intense as the little monkeys sang and danced, seemingly to welcome John's arrival.
