Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170704201937/@comment-28358106-20170719002840

(Hound) Sahar says nothing, but cradles Samia as she slides off to a side room. Ducking through several lushly curtained archways, they find themselves in a smaller chamber, lined with rugs and piled waist high in the corners with pillows and silks. Palm fronds peek from behind the folds of draperies as bright moonlight spills in from an opening in the domed ceiling. A clear fountain bubbles nearby.

Sahar draws herself up to Samia, her chest sticking forward. She slowly undulates in front of the Pharaoh, eager in anticipation.

"Now, we are alone. We are private..." Her hands caress the Pharaoh's shoulders, her manicured fingernails tracing on her skin.

''We are alone. Take from me, so that I may take from you...''