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qiao was used to such an audience. in a way it thrilled her to be the magistrate of such power, the supplicant of total attention. when the ceremony was done, ramesses came close. every part of him stretched luxuriant in her vision. oh, he was tall -- oh, was he handsome -- and wickedly alluring in a way that promised danger and excitement.

yet qiao had her fill of men in that way. still, she admired his form as it towered above her.

she bowed low. from her peltskin she extracted one last item; a clamshell bound shut by sap and clay. inside, the pharoah would find the most delightful aphrodisiac: fermented roe.

this she left on the courtsteps. each of her things gathered carefully, qiao bowed deep once more. "my king." she murmured, and then -- should he permit it -- qiao made her leave for mereo.