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She thought she had succeeded a moment, then he spoke and Nazli felt her body go taut, her heart in her throat!

Yes, sir, she murmured meekly from beneath the coverlet. The furs were warm and cozy in a way few fellahin would ever experience (certainly alone as she was; but none had shared with Nazli what happened to those who caught the lustful eye of pharaoh yet).

Gradually she nosed her way out from beneath the furs and watched the man's sharp back, and bowed head.

Senmut said... this would be alright. I can go, also, if... Am I disturbing things? She felt so out of place here!