Lion Head Mesa And which is to remain unknowable and unremembered

ramesses gave an indulgent smile. there was a series of cracks now in the bear-boy's veneer. jawahir would pry them farther apart. then let pharaoh see the true face of the ursus wolf.
he waved the jewel closer with a movement of his head. the harlot's slim muzzle skimmed his own ear, and then intrigued, alluring movements carried the fellahin closer to the bruinwolf.
"treat him well. show him everything."
his eyes would follow the pair as they left his throne room, and then he would call another of his servants forward: an ouroboros of lust that fed upon each sated energy within the palace.