Third Person POV
The chamber was large, lavish, and deliberately excessive in a way that bordered on obscene.
Dark red silk covered the walls, heavy enough to mute sound and swallow light. Gold accents lined every surface, from the carved headboard of the massive bed to the low tables scattered around the room. Candles burned steadily in wrought holders, their flames tall and steady, not flickering, as if the air itself knew better than to move without permission.
Women occupied the space like ornaments that had been placed and forgotten.
Some lay stretched across velvet couches, bare skin gleaming with sweat, eyes unfocused, lips parted. Others knelt on the floor near the foot of the bed, heads tilted back, throats exposed, breathing shallow and fast. They were not restrained. They di
