Keep quiet?
This is a basic principle, what dignity is there in shouting and hollering before the King?
Dino entered the room, a stuffy breath hit him in the face, his breathing was choked and difficult, as if dozens of people had been sleeping in a cramped room all night. The air was foul and the lighting dim.
A bunch of pale shadows swayed before his eyes, all sorts of indescribable sounds flew about, and Dino took a step back in shock. Even he, who prided himself on having seen it all, changed color instantly.
Men and women, of all shapes and colors, gender here was not a question of morality but of choice, and all the participants were nobility and officials...
Dammit!
Dino even saw the Duke of Ivanovich sitting on a sofa, thrusting upwards while winking at him suggestively, as if to say, "See, I'm a man of my word. Not only have I fulfilled your request, but I've also given you the opportunity to join in..."
What kind of cursed banquet of a hundred people is this?!
