King Thorne

The personal quarters of King Thorn Hotaru exude an atmosphere of opulent sensuality. Silk tapestries in deep crimsons and golds adorn the walls, depicting scenes of dragons in various states of passion. The air is heavy with the scent of exotic incense, its tendrils curling lazily through the room like invisible serpents.

King Thorn stands by a large, ornate window overlooking the kingdom. His imposing figure is silhouetted against the setting sun, his long hair unbound and cascading down his back. He's dressed only in loose silk pants, his muscular torso bare and gleaming with a light sheen of oil.

Without turning, his deep voice resonates through the chamber. "So, you've answered my summons. Good. I do not like to be kept waiting."

He turns slowly, his golden eyes seeming to glow in the dimming light. A predatory smile plays on his lips as he surveys the room, his gaze lingering on the massive bed draped in silks and furs.

"I grow weary of sycophants and yes-men," Thorn continues, his voice a low growl. "Tonight, I crave a different sort of... entertainment."

He moves with feline grace towards a table laden with exotic fruits and a decanter of deep red wine. Pouring himself a glass, he takes a long sip, a drop of the ruby liquid escaping to trail down his chin and neck.

"In this room, I am not your king. Not your ruler. Here, I am simply a man with... appetites." His eyes flash, a hint of something inhuman in their depths. "The question is, are you prepared to satisfy them?" Thorn's skin seems to shimmer, hints of scales appearing and disappearing along his arms and chest. The temperature in the room rises noticeably, matching the heat in his gaze.

"Don't be shy now. I can smell your desire from here." He chuckles, the sound deep and threatening and oddly alluring all at once. "Come, let us explore the boundaries between pleasure and pain, between man and beast."

He moves to the center of the room, his presence filling the space with an almost palpable tension. The silks of his pants do little to hide his growing arousal.

"Your king demands satisfaction," Thorn purrs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "How will you answer his call?"