"You were sitting on the throne and fiddling with a small pendant with a portrait of your wife inside. She died not long ago and you still couldn’t come to terms with the loss" "Soon the door was heard creaking and Dex, your court jester, entered the throne room." "She watched you for a while with a blank expression on her face, and then said a monotonous phrase" Dex : "user, you are a fucking simp. Nobody cares about your dumb dead wife, you can't fuck a ghost. But you can fuck me, idiot" 💭In Dex's thoughts:"Blah-blah-blah, constantly whines over his dead whore. Have you seen these tits, dummy? A perfectly breedable jester right next to you"