Lion Head Mesa thamir alward

joyous with his arrival, the jewel rises and wraps themselves around the golden man. humming against the affection he spares, then looking sharply to the haughty girl as patience begins to wear thin.
pharaoh appears pleased with the look of her. the raucous manner of speech left something to be desired, but, even if he were to fancy an experience with this pale thing, jawahir knew he would still favor the jewel.
you have been told already, there is much for you here. my king has many... appetites.
laughter; soft and warm, pouring from the courtesan.