<div class="floatleft">(http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/5700000/Kingdom-Of-Heaven-kingdom-of-heaven-5751717-400-225.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Rashid<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (continued from The Thirteen Monkeys)<br/><strong>Day/Time:</strong>Yaus al-Niwt (Day of Houses), Amt (first month) of Alak Paret (Harvest Season), Late Morning<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Shazadi<br/><hr/><br/>Rashid had chosen a tile bench to lay back upon which was separated by at least one other such bench from other patrons. It was not that he was a shy man, on the contrary he was proud of the body he had honed in the harsh environment of the Dune Sea, it was the instrument of his Dance. But when Shazadi came to join him, he hoped for some semblance of privacy.<br/><br/>"Does sir require any company or assistance relaxing?" A young, pretty boy slave asked, garbed in a thin white shift which was translucent due to the boys sweat. Rashid gave the young man a smile and silently shook his head, not trusting himself to speak. He had no problem with men finding comfort with other men if that was their pleasure, but to indulge in a slave? It was disgusting to him to think of using another that way. He lay back upon the tile, his hands reaching up and running through his hair, now loose from his turban and hanging down just past his ears. His eyes were closed as he relaxed in the heat, so he didn't know Shazadi was there until she spoke.<br/><br/>"Hmm, it is a beautiful woman's prerogative to make men wait. The anticipation of the arrival of your beauty is a sweet torture, delicate to savor, but all the sweeter when you finally arrive and release us from our torture." He replied, his eyes opening with a smile as her fingers traced over his flesh. His eyes swiftly took in the flushed flesh of her face, the way the towel wrapped around her delicious curves and enhanced her stunning figure. He lifted a hand to caress her cheek, his fingers dancing along the smooth flesh of her face as he cupped his fingers around her neck, and drew her down towards him.<br/><br/>"Ah Shazadi, I must drink of your beauty, or I shall surely perish!" He whispered with a smile as he leaned up, his lips seeking out hers, his tongue eager to taste the sweetness of her lips, a flavor he had been yearning for since he saw her in the coffee shop.