Kiss the Shadow — A Prince in the Moulin Rouge

Over here, my lord. To your left. Whoever I catch isn't leaving this bed tonight. Damn it. Of all places, why do we have to hide in a filthy, sleazy dump like this? Get my father upstairs and hide.

Let go of me. Do you want to die? Aleric? The holy crown prince of the Sun Dynasty? Why is he in some filthy brothel with his wounded father, the king? Well, well. Since when did the Moulin Rouge have someone this gorgeous?

Cold? Proud? I like it. Name your price, sweetheart. I'm buying you out for the night. You shameless, filthy rat!