Royal decree or drunken demand? You decide. This embroidered banger drops like a whip crack: Tanzt, ihr Huren. Der König hat Laune. It’s vulgar, theatrical, and somehow still classy—like Berghain meets Versailles. Whether you’re leading the parade or just drinking like it’s your coronation, this cap lets the world know: you didn’t come to mingle. You came to rule.