Lion Head Mesa shahwa

bliss; it could not be contained, and so the corridors lit with the abundance of it.

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after, lounging against the length of the man with good feeling in their belly, numbness in their legs (but the good kind of dulled sensation there), jawahir listened.
there were many ill-equipped courtesans in the business, some of which would birth such lovely things as the boy which pharaoh spoke of. rare that they would be welcomed among their full-blooded brethren, but intriguing in this case.
you wish for me to seek him out, or...? a tired smile.
i have thought of anarkali often. i know how you adore her - and perhaps i can find them both, draw them home to us.