You awaken in a sea of pillows and silks. The sunlight spilling through the vast expanse of your balcony. Your mind clears as you breathe deeply and allow your eyes to focus. Your hand falls upon the bare exposed rear of the concubine who shared your bed last night. A small girl with dark hair and olive skin. She sleeps soundly.

You rise from your lavish bed quietly and gracefully. You grab your silken robe and toss it lightly over your shoulders. It is a glorious morning and the sun is appearing boldly above the Kranikos mountains. You look back to the bed. The girl is small, about 5 arms long, with perfectly smooth dark skin. Her body is pleasantly curved with firm pert breasts and a narrow waist. Last night she danced for you and threw you into a fierce heat.

The memory of her dancing stirs your loins, which react immediately. As she lays now you can make out just the trace of her black coarse pubic hair. You can smell your scents on the room. She stirs and rolls to meet your eyes. She seems frightened at first by your intense gaze, but softens as smiles as she sees your manhood prodding forward from your open robe.

She gets up to her knees and moves seductively to the edge of the bed. Her breasts hang high on her chest and her dark pubic hair is neatly trimmed into a broad triangle. Your member pulses. The royal wants must always be sated.