It was a golden evening. Fancy decorations, more mingling, more brightness, and the clinking of glass as the event began. There was a wide gap in the middle of the room for dancing and easy interaction. Each table had several escorts to entertain the guests. Everything ran smoothly as far as security was concerned. Serenading the evening was a traditional band that could also perform contemporary numbers.
At the head of the large enclosure was the Supreme Leader’s seat, his elbow pivoted on the armrest, his body slanted slightly as a group of dancers performed.
On his left were empty chairs meant for his consorts, and on his immediate right sat Haness, Kasia, then Arsalan. Everyone apart from those at the high table stood as the women of the harem marched in.
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