Nesroth pushed through the terrible feeling deep in his gut and swept his gaze around the room.
The room was luxurious to its barest molecule. Expansive, akin to a grand hall. Gilded pillars lined the corners, soft red drapes hung from the ceiling, and the furniture was crafted from polished gold and velvet, which glimmered under the faint light illuminating the room.
But the only reason Nesroth was able to see through the thick, drug laced smoke that drenched the air was because he had been here a few times before. It wasn't a memory he would like to remember.
He slowed his breathing, dulling the smoke's effects on his body. The last time he'd been here, he had fallen into the temptation and let go completely. A mistake he'd sworn never to repeat.
Composing himself, he approached the king sized bed at the center of the room. There, the smoke cleared just enough for his gaze to make out a few outlines on the sheets.
