Revelers sit along both sides of a banquet table that runs the length of what appears to be an expansive sandstone throne-room. Though adorned with a tablecloth of such luxury and bejeweled with the finest gems, it pales in comparison to the rest of the decor's opulence. Atop the table sits the most exquisite of food and drink, only the rarest.
Along the walls of this room are draped the finest and most colorful cottons and silks. Each hung like flags without any wind, positioned equidistantly in between dozens of jewel-encrusted golden bowls which rest on high, circular, marble plinths. In each bowl sits a bright flame, which, as one, casts a brilliant glow around this royal chamber, pushing away any lurking darkness.
High above the banquet sits the vaulted ceiling: as impressive as it is decadent. Each beam has been decorated with intricate carvings that depict the long and colorful history of this land.
Each one of the dozens upon dozens of revelers toast their ruler's name with every sip of wine that passes their lips. And each time they do so, the king - fat and corrupt upon his throne - grimaces with contempt at them.