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Oh-- A mind more distinct and polished than the gems across the royal chambers. He saw a flaring lights in a foul hell-land. What fun! What fun! Then, perhaps Rashepses knew the fine beauties that would perfect inside Senmut's eyes. Maybe that same countering clock dialing behind those eyes polished light upon her too.
Throaty bubbles pushed out in quiet, whiney laughs of noise as the imps tail beat side-to-side, low, fast, and quick before a stop.

"Rashepses is a royal man. Hungry eyes. Trational belongings and charisma that many find no argument with, in a Prince. For Pharaoh." Rashepses was almost a perfect image of a rising Pharaoh across many nations. "He will make himself fine competition, yes? For Prince Thutmose and you, my prince?"

"Oh-- But, you should take not my opinion, my prince! I am only mazoi." She turned her neck in submission.
And she hoped that one day she'd see the eyes of Senmut starved.