Prompt: "Spoiled"
They all stared at the rather large mass, unsure of its significance. A few braver souls touched a finger or toe to it, and were rewarded with a rather putrid shininess clinging to their profferred limbs.
The steward spoke first, his normally authoritative voice rather subdued as he wrung his hands. "What will his majesty think? This is completely unacceptable for the ball...and not the sort of impression his majesty wishes to leave with his coming and going."
Hoggle remarked resignedly to Ludo, "I told 'em not to keep that there stock of his majesty's glitter out in the sun."