Thread: The Sultana's Perfect Harem {darkest_fate& 	ƒeral}

So I may have put my foot in it, more or less. You see, I hadn't quite expected such a thing to be called into question at all, let alone at such a gathering. Naturally I tried to save as much face as possible you know how they can be. In doing so, I've managed to create something of an obligation. I absolutely must create a harem now, and I barely know where to begin! it took all Sultana Safiya had not to almost wave her arms in something of a panic. That she happened to be lounging upon a silken pillow in one of the more decadent rooms of her closest confident certainly helped to sooth the young sultana's nerves considerably, as did the delicacies that had already been offered. Still, the whole situation had left Safiya feeling more than a little... well, she didn't quite want to say frazzled , but she would certainly think it rather loudly. It was entirely possible that her confidant would recognize it as well. it would take someone who knew the young woman keenly to recognize that her appearance held any true flaws. Lush brown skin showed in tantalizing patches, swathes of light blue silk elegantly and fashionably tied to accent the delightful curves beneath. The woman's body sloped with the perfect feminine figure nearly divine curves. Slender shoulders that curled down into an hourglass shape, flaring into impressive hips, all of which extended to impressive legs and perfectly attended to toes. Golden anklets jangled lightly along her feet, bits of jewels shining and making her skin seem even smoother by comparison. Matching bangles hung loosely upon one wrist, while the other bore an intricate scarf wrapping that symbolized not only her royal blood, but the purity of her body. True, most royals only falsely boasted of that claim they were supposed to actually learn a good deal of the carnal arts ahead of time. Most of Safiya's people assumed that she had already called forth the greatest teachers in the tantric arts. But the sultana wore said wrappings in utter sincerity none had touched her luscious flesh in desire, save for a few girlish feelings she'd attempted herself. Delicate fingers had once plied at her nether lips, but frustration had barely won out over curiosity, not helped by her tiger's sudden too keen interest in her. The whole affair had been rather unseemly, and Safiya hadn't appreciated how her dark nipples had swollen in what struck her as an altogether inappropriate manner upon her chest. Not that the sultana would be called overly busty her breasts spoke of womanhood with perk and form, but fit her luscious frame well. Great waves of ebony hair curled lightly around the girl's shapely bottom. The bottom formed an almost perfect heart, and the hair seemed to dangle just above it. A chain bejeweled with sapphires hung loosely about said waist now, its almost cavalier appearance one such indication of its owner's slight dishevelment, along with a slight disorder in those waves. Fine makeup enhanced an already pretty face, drawing attention to sharp, piercing eyes and delicate lips. Many were almost surprised by the intelligence in that gaze, expecting a beauty to at least fail in that. But Safiya had been intelligent before she'd been beautiful, though she'd never been too ungainly of a child. She certainly didn't appear ungainly now. Except, perhaps, on that instance she'd just finished speaking of. She'd simply been too irritated by the bragging, the claims of the principality being judged on what struck Safiya as an utterly ridiculous criteria. She'd fought to win respect, taking the throne before she'd even fully blossomed into womanhood. Determination and intelligence and will had made her kingdom flourish, and some even claimed that it was now reflected upon the woman who was finally blossoming into their full sultana. All that work had meant that Safiya couldn't quite find companionship, but she'd sought refuge in her people and her court. Right up until they'd started insisting that a harem was the true test of a sultana's womanhood, and that it would take a full woman to really show the strength of her domain. So after spending a night in frustration and, yes, some tears, Safiya had arranged a meeting here, at her confidant's property. Now the young sultana sipped at her drink and found her eyes drifting slightly from her companion. Have you always had so many striking attendants? Safiya finally asked after she found her eyes lingering upon a barely clad bottom, her gaze shifting over to her companion. oh, sorry, I meant no disrespect of course. I just... she gestured, her fingers gracing another attendant's bottom. Flushing, Safiya gave it a few pats. You're quite nice, she informed them, before taking another sip. She ended by giving her confidant a nearly pathetic look. Surely there would be some advice or aid or... well, something that could be offered in this case? Besides more spirits, which were certainly appreciated.