A king walked by

A king walked by. That doesn't happen often in our part of town. Usually kings go to bad neighbourhoods to visit some community market to show their sympathy with 'the hard working common man'. All of this is carefully planned months in advance and he comes surrounded by bodyguards.
In our part of town, on the other hand, you won't notice a king. He may be dropped off by a cab and he will quickly disappear into some girls' house. No one has to know what a king does when he has a few hours to himself.

Not this one, he arrived in a cape, with all the ornate trimming that you may expect. We even overlooked his garmet underneath the cape, which was made of not-so-flattering latex.
Initially I didn't even notice that he was a king, plenty funny-looking characters walk these streets, sometimes you just forget to look at them. His display name was 'King', with 2 'o's' on either side of it, which made me call him 'ookingo'. How could I know. In the end he had 4 girls around him trying to figure out the size of his walle... ehh coc... no... kingdom.