Felix the Depraved.

You smiled with approval at the sight of your dashing majesty.

As you admired yourself in the mirror, your mind began to drift towards thoughts of pleasure. You have just been crowned king. Today ought to be a day of grandest celebration and indulgent festivities. Nay, not merely today. Perhaps a week? Two weeks? Hells, why not an entire month?

There should be a bottomless fountain of wine placed in the courtyard, gilded in gold and guarded by female knights in silver armor with their tits out. It should be big enough for at least twenty men to swim and fuck their whores in.

And women! There should be many women. The fairest in the land, barred from wearing anything but the flimsiest strips of silk. Why not ALL THE WOMEN?! Every cunt in the kingdom should be made free to use by law in commemoration of this glorious day after your ascension.

Games! Chariot races! Chariot races by naked women! Gladitorial matches! Gladitorial orgies! The possibilities are endless!

A sharp rap on your chamber’s door proceeded to shatter your vivid imagination.

“Come in!” You called out, feeling ever so slightly annoyed.