Grace-of-Heaven was beginning to stumble. If Nahla didn’t play along with this, she would be in trouble, their plan would be all for nothing! Her eyes darted over to the vizier, that look on her face. That phrase, [i]Dragon-Daughter,[/i] it made her hairs stand on end. She wasn’t just an assistant or distraction of the Sultan, she was some unenlightened foreigner, a [i]barbarian [/i]as her own Grace-of-Heaven had worded it. She needed to create something, some excuse to get her Mistress all the more frustrated without seeming too impudent to be kept around the princess. Something that merited punishment, that played into the insolent outsider, all without seeming too treasonous… 

“I don’t see why you need apologies, I meant only to compliment my Lady’s fair and bountiful chest. If the Almighty herself should grace the sultan with such a delightful chest, than is it not my duty as a servant to my lady and the Almighty to display her perfect form? Or is it that my lady is displeased that I should name her bosom her greatest part? A thousand apologies, Grace-of-Heaven, my Sultan, for daring to ever neglect your hips!” Nahla drops to her knees, a clear over-exaggeration of any speck of guilt she may carry if such an incident were genuine. Her hands smack at the Sultan’s rear, a head rubbing against her thigh. “Please, my Sultan, accept my apology in not finishing the job! By the will of the Almighty, I swear to finish the job, to strip you bare so that we may see that the Almighty has blessed every square inch of your body!”

The entire time, Nahla’s form is pressed against the sultan’s legs, rubbing pleadingly as her chest heaves in dramatic breaths and pleas. A lewd, blasphemous foreigner whose cheeky apology is clearly to further taunt the mandate of heaven- in other words, everything Nahla believed Ruz wants her to be.


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Entice Ruz: 4+1+2= 7
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