It was a beautiful day in the seaside city of  Enoila. This was the largest and most well-known ports, and the city prided itself on its sanitation. But today was a special day as visitors from a powerful nation would be coming as guests of his Blessed Highness. Crowds had gathered as the great ship had drawn closer to the docks, the excited crowd kept back by a line of the city guard. Waiting for the passengers to disembark was an escort party from the summer palace itself.  It consisted of  10 of the Emporer's Personal Raven Gaurd,  20 servants who came on foot but for 10 who were assigned to carriages as well as the Cheif Diplomat.  In his old age, he no longer left the country but instead carried out his duty within the borders, such as greeting esteemed guests and escorting them to the palace.<br/><br/>The crowds had gathered in such numbers, however, for a chance to meet the Diplomates guest of honor in the venture. The Emporer's Lily herself had descended from the glittering palace. She had not come in a carriage but had been carried on a litter draped in fine silks to protect the Emporer's treasure from the harsh rays of the summer sun. It was carried by none other than the surviving champions Death Games, a competition entered voluntarily each spring. The victors were rewarded with visits to the lower Harem and honors such as this, charged with protecting such as she.<br/><br/>With her she had brought five ladies of the lower Harem, meant to act as ladies in waiting to the female visitors. The Lily herself lounged among the pillows of her litter, Ebony tresses flowing freely to curl about her shoulders and between her breasts. She was clad in burgundy silks, the cloth wrapped about her in a fashion that gave peeks of her thighs and left her back bare while covering her supple breast. Cerulean blue eyes watched as servants unloaded the guest's belongings and loaded them into the waiting carriages while the Cheif Diplomat himself poured sweet water into her cup. This, more than anything, hinted at just how much power the woman held.<br/><br/>Her Victor's stood watchfully at each corner of the litter, keeping an eye on both the crowd and ship passengers who could be seen up on the deck of the ship. The ladies Helia had brought with her tittered among themselves, bantering quietly on how handsome the men they could see were.<br/><br/><i>How strange is it that the lower harem ladies are not to be touched by any man but our lord and master, but his most prized of the upper harem can be bought for the right price.</i>she thought as she brought her glass to her lips, gaze shifting out over the waves.<i>Of course, his Blessed Highness always gains more out of such dealings. Much, much more.</i>