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

The attendant so boldly groped gave a audible gasp, a provocative noise truthfully more tongue in cheek than startled. She'd bent over, a coy smile tugging at the corner of coral painted lips, as she refilled Safiya's glass. Your sultanic highness is too kind, she replied modestly, a modesty contradicted by her body language, having subtly pushed her luscious rear firmer into the exploratory palm. As it were, even maintaining the illusion of bashfulness was impressive given all the attendants' attires. As in keeping with the local fashions, they wore no more than swathes of silk, but of so transparent a quality that it hid hardly an inch of their unblemished olive skin. Only the silk right across the centre of their chests and that delightful and all too narrow triangle concealing their womenhood held any substance at all, hiding the secret treasures from view in an effort not to enshroud, but to tempt. Their wrists and ankles graced with jewel-encrusted gold - a closer gaze revealed that the decorations worn by each harem-girl was unique, no doubt gifts by their mistress - jingling with each minute movement, adding to the ambiance with their silvery chimes. Safiya, Inas' firm but gentle voice sought to pull the sultana's attention back away from the tempting swell of flesh, the vizier's amused tone and the giggle barely concealed by an upturned palm betrayed her opinion of Safiya's supposedly dire situation. There's nothing to apologize for, please, feel at ease in my home as you would the royal palace. They had, after all, known each other even as children, with Inas a few years Safiya's senior. The vizier paused then, sipping from her spirits as she continued to observe her liege from beneath kohl-painted lashes, savoring the obvious distress overflowing from the young woman. She bore Safiya no ill-will, of course, but seeing her usually composed and sharp-witted sultana so...utterly flustered was a delicacy worth savoring. But alas, she knew better than to let the pregnant silence hang too long, and so she continued. Truthfully, the vizier leaned closer, dropping her volume a pitch, whispering as if sharing a particularly naughty secret, I've only came to acquire these lovely girls over the past year. She slowly swept the room with a well-manicured hand, gesturing at her four harem-girls and two harem-males standing and lounging about. It was all thanks to this truly wondrous slave I've acquired at the auction last year, you know, the one in spring when all the foreign merchants come to prattle their wares? Another pause, a deliberate smile as she caught the sultana's attention. But perhaps I shall have her show you her talents instead. She beckoned the closest harem-girl closer, leaned in and whispered something to the girl before sending her off with a pat on the rear. And if Safiya was watching closely, a nip on the bejeweled earlobe as well. They didn't have to wait long. Alasse's entrance wasn't exactly subtle. Ishnu-alah, the slave vizier Inas spoke so fondly of greeted in a tongue as foreign as her looks, parting the curtains constituting the entrance of the room, before gliding inside with lethal grace, flanked by the harem-girl sent to fetch her and two other, carrying with them lutes and drums. Striking was an understatement to describe the dark elf. At least a head taller than the average human woman, as her race was prone to be, her exotic origins were apparent not only from the long, tapering ears, the dusk-tinged skin, but from the poise and beauty shrouding her as the finest perfume would. Aurelian stars shone under heavy lashes, glinting with seductive promises, a shade as rare in these parts as the locks of pure silver, resplendent as the full moon on a cloudless night. They framed each side of her shapely jaw, before being pulled into a high ponytail, and even restrained thus, the wild mane cascaded down her back, ending provocatively just above her tailbone. Those full, pillowy lips parted in an inviting smile, painted a deep red the same shade as the markings on her forehead, a simplistic design akin to a curving 'v' enshrining a single dot in its arcs. Her outfit, too, stood out amongst the rest. Two strips of fabric of interlaced red and black extended from an elaborate belt of wrought silver, settling just above the ground in front and behind her, giving way to elegant and pleasantly toned thighs with each movement. Her abs were bared in its entirety, garnished with a platinum belly piercing that stood out against her dusky skin. Her figure flowed in lithe, graceful lines, but the muscles ever faintly rippling the surface smooth skin hinted at strength. Her breasts were hidden by strips of the same fabric and silver chains, but even the silver seemed stretched to its limits against the full, womanly swells. She wore asymmetrical bracelets, armbands, and a single anklet. Inas shot Safiya a look then, a just-you-wait of sorts before the music began. Alasse started slow a jut of hips this way and that, jingling the many strands of silver trailing from her belt. A slow, full grind, drawing the eyes to her toned stomach and swell of hips even whilst her fingers drew invisible patterns high in the air. And again, faster as the music picked up, before extending a leg in front of the other and spinning, presenting to the sultana her rear and the seductive dip of her back. A rear that put the previous attendant to shame shook and ground to the cadence of the music almost hypnotically. Then she was turning again, wearing that ever mysterious smirk as she presented her no less enticing front, faster, faster still, mirroring each increase in tempo of the beat without losing a shred of grace. As though a single petal lifted by the dessert wind, she flowed and drifted across the room, a step closer, a step further, steadily inching forward with every few beats, until she was all but flaunting her curves a few inches away from the sultana, close enough for the young woman to feel the brush of wind created by her movements, close enough to smell the alluring fragrant she wore as easily as her smile. She danced closer, closer, invading Safiya's personal space before darting just out of reach, playful as a zephyr, but sweltering as the desert heat. It seemed as though ages or perhaps only a moment when the music ended, as gazes met and the curve of her lips curled even higher. My name is Alasse, your highness, hobbyist dancer and professional harem trainer at your service, she purred at the conclusion of her dance, silken words tinged with a slight accent, before adding. My lady Inas has informed me of your highness' quandary, I'd be honored to answer any questions your highness might have, or be of service in any way I can.