Lion Head Mesa Anísychos

As suspected, he would not let go of his reticence easily. The guard longed for the sun and the ocean—his home. Sayf did not know what it meant to miss home as he wished never to return to his own. But the harlot could hardly believe that was all that he longed for. Not with so many packmates to choose from, ones that would be more than willing to help him blow off some steam. He was about to say as much, but then the statue asked him why he was not with the pharaoh. 

The pharaoh has many desires, Sayf pointed out. So many that only one man can not be expected to sate them all the time. He smiled again. Maybe you have desires as well? he asked. Sayf stood and stretched languidly, seductively before Arsenio. Maybe I could help sate them, as well?