The room was warm, unnaturally so with the blisteted sun streaming in through the large stained glass windows, tinting the throne room in the swealtering glow of harsh red light. It seemed to focus upon a singular point, leaving sandstone columns and alcoves masked in shadow. The light streamed in to highlight a single throne, the very definition of opulence with its gilded gold armrests and purple cushioning. The man seated upon it was similarly clad in finary, gems and gold bedecking his body more than fabric, although they failed to cover his own member, its length standing tall alone between his legs and serviced by a women. She was pale in comparison to him, her blue eyes transfixed on it as she focused her attention on pleasure. Her hands tended to his balls, softly massaging them in small circular motions, while her mouth was focused on providing long slow licks from its base to the tip, ending with her holding her head there for a moment to suckle on it. She wore less splendor than him, but splendor nonetheless, long black fingerless silk gloves and black lace thigh high stockings, accented with purple wing designs. She also wore a corset of similar make, its price based on the elegance of its weave more so than its material, though notably it failed to cover high or low enough to leave much to the imagination. Of and of course the last article of clothing, a silvered collar, leash in hand of the man who sat on the throne.