The footsteps echoed in the silence, bouncing off the earthy walls. Which were lined by torches, illuminating the deep and narrow steps. Formulating the only source of light, guiding him down into a deep and seemingly bottomless chasm. The deep fissure of a rocky surface, going deep underground. The man was flanked by two stoic faced guards, their silver armor gleamed and shimmered from the flickering light that hovered above. They wore grim faces, eyes that had seen more than they pleased. It was methodical, and very professional, but it was necessary. He was the Prince after all, in heir to the Empire. He must be protected, he must take the throne someday. And when the grave news came, his elderly father, his face lined with wrinkles, Laying on his deathbed, coughing and wheezing, Like an hourglass, his life slowly running out of time. The Prince knew he would be responsible for the entire Kingdom. At the feet of the stairs, they started down a dark and winding corridor. Doors on either side of them, but all you could hear were moans, grunts, the occasional explicit, The rattling and shaking of a bed. The commotion came behind every front row door. But the Prince and his guards bolted past them, until they reached the end of the hallway. The guard dug his hands in his pockets, rummaging around. Pulling out a set of keys, fumbling with them, and inserting it in the lock. Clicking it open, and wrenching the door open. The Prince stepped past them, where he was met by shaky old man. With a curved back, and trembling hands. Hoisting himself upwards on a thick, black cane. "M-My lord!" He shivered. He was scarcely dressed, wrapped in rags. His body trembling from the cold, "M-My lord!" He repeated this time with more enthusiasm. "There are the finest from the whore house! Hand selected for your pleasure by the all knowing members of the Council. The best of the best, from lands near and far! The men proclaim they have never been pleasured so much!" He bowed, and lowered his hand inviting him to look. The Prince looked over the line of women, wearing exposing clothing. Lingerie, their cleavage and ass barely covered up. They smirked at him, a few winked at him. They knew what would happen if they were chose, they would become royalty. Something they never even considered behind those closed doors. ((Now there is two ways I can end this. And I'l let your response determine which direction we go with this.))<br/>((Ending One))But the Prince turned on his heels, and headed for the door. Bolting past his guards and storming off.<br/>((Ending two)) The Prince allowed his eyes to linger over their bodies. Undressing them with his eyes. Looking for the right woman to bed with for the night.<br/><br/>((But essentially the Prince is looking for his Queen. And he has gotten so desperate he has tried the whore house. If you would rather play somebody with more dignity, you can introduce him to your character instead.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>