After finishing their bath, Glen was immediately ushered by Bastian into the lavish chamber prepared for the emperor. It was massive, spacious, opulent, and dripping with luxury. The thick velvet curtains covering the towering windows weren't just any fabric; they were of the highest quality, woven so meticulously they seemed handcrafted to perfection. Glen could tell just by brushing his fingertips against them. They felt nothing like the velvet he'd known before, smoother, softer, almost unsettling in the way their plush texture sank into his skin rather than the other way around. It was as if the fabric itself was invading him, piercing deep beneath the surface.
It hurt, yet it felt good, an exquisite kind of sting that kept pulling him back, making him run his fingers over it again and again, indulging his curiosity while sinking into the odd comfort of it all.
