A review of the party night

In the marbled dining room we were treated to our own round of naked slave boys who were deigned to be chairs for the more luxuriously treated guests and denizens of this sexual playground. My travel companion, Gorgius, chatted and rationalized our chagrin for not receiving this particular accommodation by agreeing it was best to save our squirt for the more private and less restricted environments. Our own rather loud converse did not however prevent some of the more prodigal guests from pouring the whine from their authentic Norwegian gold goblets down the lads' pants, thereby coming upon a reason to pull those inconveniences down around the ankles, and then to slop up the mess like pigs to the trough. We watched remembering the unclear and rather invective invitation to these quarters and slowly regretting but enjoying our own unwelcome voyeurism.
It was at this point that the master of the house rang for his weekly execution. One of the maids and one of the cogs was brought out into the center of the table where we were hitherto enjoying our six course meal and ignominious entertainment. He prefaced his decision of who would be embalmed and mounted in one of the recreation rooms where the afternoon sun would transform them into the hollow wax dolls we saw on our adventurous entrance into the bath house by jeering with his tumultuous clapping and servant boy buttock slapping. We had postulated that cadavres' rather deliberate placement was undoubtedly designed to prevent besmirchment of the water by prurient shenanigans, but considering it was the chef's job take care of the loser, it was perhaps to stimulate a different appetite that, if often satiated, would sublimate the master's more unusual leisure pastimes to the rest of the aristocratic claptrap and indemnify his name as the city's very own Pleasure Treasure. Well, I was thinking these thoughts whilst stealing glances from the little lad across the walnut rectangular arena when the answering game had already begun and I was looking out of place not vociferously laughing at both of the vacillating dogs' answers when the master...