The room reeked of opulence, its walls adorned with intricate golden patterns that shimmered beneath the soft glow of chandeliers.
Plush velvet cushions and silk drapes in shades of crimson and gold framed the space, perfectly complementing the luxurious marble floors. At the room's center, Pratap reclined on a divan, a jewel-encrusted hookah by his side. The scent of fragrant smoke filled the air as he inhaled deeply, his half-closed eyes lost in drowsy contemplation.
Before him, a group of women danced gracefully to the rhythm of traditional instruments. Their movements were fluid and precise, their vibrant garments swirling like flames in the dimly lit room. The atmosphere was one of indulgence and authority, designed to both placate and amuse the man who ruled it all.
