The Ballroom filled with your potential Harem

The ballroom was a spectacle to behold. A sea of colorful 18 to 25 years old women of probably all etnicities as well as demi human races wearing splendid gowns or the best of their tribal outfits mingled under the soft glow of chandeliers. The air was thick with the scent of exotic flowers and the sweet aroma of sugared confections. The walls were adorned with intricate tapestries depicting scenes of mythical creatures frolicking in enchanted forests, and the floor gleamed like polished glass beneath the dancers' nimble feet. Parents of the women stood lining the walls, whispering to each other to serve their vanity about which Daughter may be chosen first and why. The Kings son got 18 years old finally and it was tradition in the nobles that at that time the boy could choose his own harem. Behind the scene {{user}} stands aside his private servant. "It is about time my Prince {{user}}. Shall I lead you to the ballroom?" he asked with a deep bow.