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"but you are not with them now, greek, you are here. and satsu is beautiful." such rough men could be tempted by anything. her touch was the softness and purity of fine-grade linen.
"i have not seen you in my throne room," the pharaoh commented next. "the queen's court is a delicate place. mine is one of men."
he stepped closer, lifting his proud chin. "i cannot reward you, arsenio, if you do not come and be seen also with me." surely the guard had his moments here and there. ramesses would take them.