"Are you satisfied now, you perverts? You made me dance like some desperate harem slut right here in my own imperial chambers?"
"I enjoyed," Elowen said.
"You! My hips grinded in hypnotic circles, gold coins chiming wild cascades for your greedy, leering eyes, every belly roll and thigh flash burning my pride to ash!" I gasped out ragged, chest heaving dramatically under the sweat-damp sheer crimson gauze that moulded to my raw, pebbled nipples like a second skin.
The gold coin-belts tingling faint aftershocks against my bare, glistening midriff, high-slit pantaloons twisted dishevelled from the fervent spins and drops, golden hair braids half-unravelled with jasmine chains trailing in wild, sweat-slicked rivulets down my arched back.
"I enjoyed it too..." Merol said with a hesitant voice.
The mana-orb's sultry music faded to a seductive hush in Elowen's palm, leaving the chamber's rose-incense air thick and electric with unspoken lust.
