A Clash of Kings – The Pureborn
The Pureborn heard her pleas from the great wooden seats of their ancestors, rising in curved tiers from a marble floor to a high-domed ceiling painted with scenes of Qarth’s vanished glory. The chairs were immense, fantastically carved, bright with goldwork and studded with amber, onyx, lapis, and jade, each one different from all the others, and each striving to be the most fabulous. Yet the men who sat in them seemed so listless and world-weary that they might have been asleep. They listened, but they did not hear, or care, she thought. They are Milk Men indeed. They never meant to help me. They came because they were curious. They came because they were bored, and the dragon on my shoulder interested them more than I did.
A Clash of Kings Chapter 40 – Daenerys
Daenerys has an audience with the Pureborn of Qarth. Beyond the fancy thrones, Mr. Martin doesn’t go into much detail about it. I mostly used 19th century Orientalist paintings and National Geographic’s recreations of Babylon for references.