Before Yuki even reached the threshold of the prince's wing, the sound reached her, a heavy, rhythmic moaning that echoed through the corridor. Then came the scent, the thick, unmistakable musk of smoke and sweat.
Steeling herself for the spectacle, Yuki drew a sharp breath and pushed open the heavy doors to Leiko's quarters. It was exactly as she had expected, an ongoing orgy. Her son sat at the center of a literal tide of bodies, surrounded by women. Many looked utterly spent, tossed aside once they had served their purpose or was too weak to continue.
"Enough." Yuki's voice was like a blade of ice cutting through the humid air. The command rippled across the vast room, instantly halting every motion. Even with the "Grace" clouding their minds and blurring their senses, the women froze. They were coherent enough to recognize the Queen and wise enough to know she was not a figure to be trifled with.
