I absolutely adore the idea of chamber pots. Maybe one of the royals stomach is a little upset. Theyâve been poisoned, they run to the pot rushing to pull all of the thick garments off in time before they begin filling the pot that you have to clean. They leave a real mess. You have to stand outside the door and wait for your turn to clean it for the next use. Hearing everything that you will be cleaning out. The gas rumbling and echoing into the pot. The small whimpers from the pain theyâre feeling. The piling and piling of mushing liquid just flowing out of them with no ending. Finally their finished. They walk out of the room shaking and sweating. A clear reminder of the disaster that you have to clean up. Itâs your job after all.











