Lion Head Mesa [WP] Don't try to save us cause we're doing it right

ramesses had laughed until he was hoarse. he had told a thousand jokes, he had drunk a sea of wine on his own. his belly was filled with honey and herbs and flesh, and all his senses were alight with a sensuality that belonged to the gods and those who served them.
while patrons thronged around the queen of akashingo, ramesses kissed her cheek firmly and pulled away. he would leave her now, to play her first verbal game of political senet among the soldiers and the nobility.
imbibed though he was, pharaoh knew the halls of his palace.
he wanted to have the dust bathed from him, to be re-annointed with crushed flowers; he was just about to shout for servants when he caught sight of a weaving girl. a snort of nostrils told ramesses she was of mereo. a soldier then. "at attention," ramesses growled in a tease, seeing if the roman's trainee would heed.