The dark-skinned man translated what his Master said to Nashwa and Moselle and they nodded. The Prince approached me as the crowd dispersed.
“Did you enjoy spraying your fluid all over the maid in front of all of us? You’ve stained the ottoman. Have you no shame? What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m… sorry, Sire…”
“You put on quite a show. You really have no shame, none whatsoever. Do you, slave girl?”
Humiliated to the core, I cast my eyes to the floor.
“I must run to a few appointments, Aisha. I will be gone all day. I plan to have a date with you before I retire for the evening. You will hear me knock twice on our adjoining door. I have left instructions for Nashwa and Moselle to bathe you thoroughly, anoint you with perfume and oil and bring you immediately into my bedroom
