Keep quiet?
This is a basic principle. What kind of demeanor is it to make a racket in the presence of the king?
Dino stepped into the room, and a stifling heat assaulted him. Breathing felt obstructed, as though dozens of people had spent the night sleeping in a cramped room, the air thick and murky, the lighting dim.
A myriad of pale shadows flickered before his eyes, and various indescribable noises flew at him. Dino stepped back in shock. Even with his self-proclaimed experience in facing storms, his complexion changed in an instant.
A banquet was underway in the room, a banquet...
A chaotic feast where madmen vented their desires!
Men and women, of all stripes, where gender was not a matter of morality but of choice, and all participants were nobility and officials...
Damn it!
