Lion Head Mesa tenth

he too luxuriated against the pelts for a moment, grateful to those who had prepared his rooms with such finery.
they gazed at one another. in time, and with a hesitance he might not have otherwise employed, pharaoh raised a paw to brush her elbow lightly and once.
"you have a rank in mereo. you are skilled. you are ready to conquer, to have precious things but only for a time before you move to something more interesting."
he exhaled his breath and shut his eyes, the room now caught in a near unbearable writhe.