Role

Chapter 1

Three cyprian harlots shivered as they reached the top of
the stairs leading into the Palace Throne Room. They were
told it was a special assignment for Emperor Yagharek, and
could only imagine what he had in mind. They entered, and
seated alone within his Throne Room was the Emperor. He sat
wearing nothing but a small cloth about his loins. As he
looked up at the whores, one began to reach for the buttons
on her blouse, only to be haulted my a massive fire giant
hand.

"That was not what I had in mind. For long I have remained
selfless and humble. Solely devoted to the Empire. For too
long I have carried this filth. Two of you will remove
the filth, hair, and stench from me. The last of you will
go to the finest merchants you know of, and find me clothes
fit for an Emperor."

As the Emperor finished he motioned towards the corner of
his Throne Room. A tub filled with hot soapy water was drawn.
Scissors, razors, and sponges of different ilks filled a
table. And next to it all was a massive bag of gold coins.
The harlots needs no instructions. As the Emperor slid slowly
into the hot bath, two of the women picked up grooming
instruments and the third scurried off to find clothes.