A life of luxury

When James' eyes flicker open again, he's seated on what can only be described as, well, a throne. He's on a kind of stage at one end of a large hall, with a low table on each side of his seat. From the sunlight pouring in through the huge double doors at the opposite end of the hall, the luxury all around can be easily seen from where James is sitting. Ornaments of gold, hung paintings, luxurious rugs, dark, varnished wood that James couldn't recognize. Then, on one of the tables is spread a huge array of food, familiar and unfamiliar to James, but all of it looking almost irresistible. On the other side, there was a stack of what were unavoidably gifts, boxed and wrapped in extraordinary colours and patterns.

However, the most striking thing in the room by far was the variety of species pouring into the hall. Men of every height, colour and general description imaginable. And each one was dressed in the most extravagant way, precious jewels and metals adorning silky fabrics in ways designed specifically to show off the bodies of the men underneath, although some admittedly more extravagantly than others.

As far as James could tell, these men seemed to be suitors. Each was approaching James, lounged across his throne, and presenting him with gift after gift. Still mesmerized by his new surroundings, James was saying nothing, and each man was bowing his head, and walking away. It seemed it was up to James to select his ideal man, his ideal mate, out of this enormous crowd...