By your command, sire
Added 2025-06-22 05:40:02 +0000 UTCThe king's expression darkened, and his court winced, expecting the worst.
"This lute music grows repetitive. You are dismissed, bard." (A slight sigh of relief from the bard, who rushed out.) "Let us improve the mood around here, eh? Bring out my exotic dancers!"
The first minister leaned over and explained as tactfully as he could. "Sire, er...the dancers offended your sensibilities last week...I believe you declared that they stank, and you ordered them transformed into skunks."
"Ah, so I did. Well...they can still dance, can't they? I said to bring them out!"
Three cooing and moaning skunk girls were escorted into the room. They didn't seem particularly interested in dancing...rather, they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Grasping, clutching, groaning...
The king raised an eyebrow. "Now THIS is entertainment! ...So few...do I have any non-essential subjects who could add to their number?"
The court murmured quietly amongst themselves, unsure of who to subject to such a fate, as the oblivious skunk women continued to probe each other...
