You sit on the throne. Well, not YOU, since it's your viewpoint, your soul, that is flying around. But it FEELS like it's you on the throne since you see what you would see if you really were there.
You clap your hands smartly and four servants run in. Two boys and two girls, all covered in pearls, and everything else is just skin. The pearls catch the light, many sparks of delight, as the four servants bow down before you.
"Bring me my body!" you say in a voice so big and commanding that only a king could possess it.
The servants run out, and you miss them immediately, but there is nothing to do but wait their return. Which doesn't take long, and who comes along, but the body you left on the floor.
They prop it up on the throne, then they leave you alone, and carefully you crawl back inside of your hide.
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