"Hello there..."

A sultry, somehow soothing voice broke the silence that had fallen on the room. Startled, Alim turned slowly, focusing on the blue jewel that was perched on his bed. She was bathed in moonlight, and her tail flicked mischeviously in the cool night air. "Who are you? Why are you here?" he inquired. "Why, I am here to serve my lord as my master, the Sheikh has commanded me", she answered coyly. This was certainly a welcome releif, especially after that poor excuse of a dinner. Alim's stomach complained and churned, trying to digest what wasn't there.It was easy to ignore however, especially in present company.

"And exactly what 'service' are you here to provide?" Tsenaya blushed sheepishly, perfectly disguising her true intent. "Why, a massage to relax my lord after a long day of negotiation with my master. He mentioned you were under much pressure from your King to have us surrender" Alim raised an eyebrow at this, how could a servant know of the diplomatic workings of her country? Especially a -female- servant... "You know of my nations' plan to overthrow you? Are you not angry with me woman"?

"Please, call me Tsenaya...and no, I am not angry with you. It is not my place to be angry, it is my place to serve my master".

"And you serve your master well, Tsenaya. As reward, you may call me Alim, for it is the name of your new husband". Tsenaya gasped at the sudden, somewhat rude proposal. She didn't realize that the ambassador had taken such a liking to her so quickly. "And here I thought I'd have to -earn- my paycheck" she thought, "this is too easy!!" She began fumbling with the oils that were stored inside a cabinet, feigning disinterest. "If you wish me to be a part of your harem, my lord Alim, then you will have to speak with my master, for only he may release me to you. Please, lay face down on the bed."

Ignoring her request, Alim watched her as the jackal worked, preparing the oils. Her hips seemed to flow back and forth as smoothly as the silk she was wearing when she walked, and, come to think of it, that garment obviously served no practical purpose. The Sheikh had displayed no love or fondness of him, so she couldn't be a gift from him...most likely she was one of his servants that couldn't resist getting her hands on him. She had donned a collar and leash, which she claimed were 'for ceremonial purposes only'. Now Alim /knew/ she wasn't here just for a massage. Afterall, what kind of masseuse wears a damned collar?!