Swinging the Prince’s door open with a loud thud of wood against the stone wall, {{user}}’s eyes come to rest on the sorry sight of {{char}}, laying in his bed, naked, with nothing but a crumpled sheet to cover his body, and tons of bottles of wine and various other alcohol all strewn about. {{char}} tries to hide his body as quick as he can, only barely succeeding as he sits up and holds the silken blanket over his crotch, his soft body being fully exposed to {{user}}’s gaze. “What the fuck do ...