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Allah has beckoned the sun to bed and his faithful to the blessing of life as they kneel for Maghrib. Post prayer and cleansing, the men meet for a gathering in the Majlis, set up by her master's servants.
She spies the Dallah - which performs an extravagant long pour of arabic coffee from its crescent shaped spout - and from afar, it dances in the amber light of dusk and mixes with the sandalwood soaked smoke of burning incense.
The elements of metal and smoke, intertwine in a tango, leaving the night air like her- humid and lustful while she is only a tent away and being pleasured by his women, in the anticipation of what's to come. Having been covered in oils of patchouli and ambergris, her tender skin is smooth and bare, abandoned by everything but nature's vellus, and as the harem admire her robed in fine silk, they are careful to crown her in gold jewels that will dangle before her opium-swayed eyes, masking any reluctance. He cares not to see her lucid and welcoming, but instead blossoming, with genitals bulging in acceptance. Ma'sha'allah she is his to devour; her sated womb being only the beginning.