User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-30014014-20161106182334/@comment-30014014-20161107004339

"Oh dear. Madam, when I uttered these words, I was in no way referring to you, not your dear. No, I was referring to..."

''With a jest of his hand, the jester brings a court similar to a royal court, all drafted in pink and purple. They could observe as a overweighted king clapped himself to oblivion, sitting over a throne of gold and velvet carpet, next to a queen, in a shape reminiscing of a trophy wife.''

Starting from them, tables of nobles and the royal family, most of them bloated while feasting on undending gourmets of meat and sweet, all clapping as well of their greasy hands while, at the center, a poor man with a choppy mask and ragged clothes dances and attempted to juggle at the same time, earning mocking laughter from those 'spectators'

"...them. Fat arrogant nobles and royaltlies that, with one sight, couldn't even defend themselves if their liives depended on it, amusing themselves in their little shrouded world where the only way to inflate their bloated egos and guts would be to put someone who couldn't refuse anything they demanded of him. Maybe my choices of word have misleaded you to think I was referring to you?"