Now cutter, now you’re steppin’ into real scandalous territory here. If ya thought Sigil was the be-all and end-all of indulgence, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet, and maybe it’s better that way, ya know. Hold onto yer codpiece, cos the Palace of the Princess of Pure Lust is a whole different kettle of fish, a circus of desires gone wild, it is.
Now, first thing’s first, the architecture in that place is enough to make the most stout-hearted lose their marbles, it’s so sodding beautiful, a real feast for the soul. It’s a marbled paradise, white marble with red veins speckled with sparkling gems. Inside, it’s all decked out in the finest silks and velvets, the most vivid colours ya can imagine. It’s kind of place where every little detail is designed to tease and tantalize, you know. Gold trimmings, decadent art pieces depicting scenes that’d make a incubus blush; it’s the real definition of excess, cutter.
The Princess themself, oh, a they’re a right captivating figure, a real embodiment of desire, they are. Picture a bein’ so radiant, so full of allure that they can bend anyone to their will with just a glance. When you’re in their presence, it’s like they’ve got the whole plane wrapped around their little finger, a mesmerising force of nature who commands both respect and, well, lust, naturally. And why am I using the they/them pronouns? Well cutter, it turns out that nobody is quite sure of the Princess’ gender, and they aren’t telling. My best guess is that they appear differently to each viewer, playing off their own preferences and desires. To some, they’re a dashing cambion gentleman, to others an alluring tiefling seductress, and to others an androgynous elven sylph. And somehow they can do this to different people all at the same time. Quite the party trick.
Now, ya find yerself wonderin’ ’bout the goin’s on in that palace, right? Well, let me paint you a picture. It’s an endless parade of pleasures, a place where every fantasy comes to life. The Princess throws the most glamorous balls, and even Abyssal lords are flattered if they receive an invitation. But it’s not all sunshine and roses, no sir. It’s a cutthroat place, it is, a place of dark desires and dangerous liaisons. Every hall and chamber is a den of vice, where secrets are traded like currency and betrayals are as common as breathin’.
Now, ya might hear tales of the finest pleasures money can buy, the kind of experiences that are downright transformative, but I’ll tell ya, it comes at a price, it does. Them that venture there, well, not many come back the same, if they come back at all. It’s a place that can consume ya, swallow ya whole and spit ya out without a second thought. The kind of place where the line between pleasure and pain gets real blurry, so it does. Don’t say I didn’t warn ya, cutter, it’s a treacherous game, playin’ with desire on that level.
Source: Jon Winter-Holt, mimir.net