Lion Head Mesa ma' muhalaa

the time for words had gone.
other entertainers might draw their nighttime lovers from the pool at last, sequestering themselves elsewhere.
but not pharaoh. he would have whatever he wanted, whomever he wanted, in any place of akashingo.
the harlot's lovely eyes ensnared him. ramesses put forepaws into the water and leant forward to kiss the lithe throat in answer. 
selfishly he somehow hoped another might come upon them. for now, pharaoh only slid gracefully in the water and beckoned sayf nearer to roam the royal flesh as he had wished.