Lion Head Mesa con[m]igo

"he is a great man." belen's voice was filled for a moment with enrapturement, the same she had heard from jawahir and kasmut. strange and then not so at all, to long for the pharaoh. but he had not summoned her to his rooms, nor that of he and the queen. not for such a purpose. "how can you be owned? you are a noble!" the girl chuckled gently, moving to perform the same ministrations beneath the other ear of gucci. he was responsive and relaxed, she felt. "you are a companion to crowfeather, sí?" in gucci, belen saw the opportunity to have what it was she wanted. but she must be cunning. the servant returned to his clavicles, his ribcage, claws softly scraping and separating dirt from the downy belly.