"Get the General's woman a seat of her own," Darya's voice echoed through the main hall of the harem. The servants turned in her direction, bowing in response.
The first thing to catch Stephanie's attention was the heavy fragrance of opium. The distinct carpeting and grand décor resembled a painting she once saw in a museum of a traditional harem, though this was more exquisite in detail. Colorful curtains draped over booths belonging to the respective mistresses, each booth a different shade according to rank. Aside from the guards at the main entrance, only female servants were allowed inside.
"At last, we get to see the third lord's new plaything," a brunette in a beaded emerald-green dress spoke.
"Watch your tongue, she is now one of us," Darya said, settling on a camelback sofa and
