<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/Shazadi%201a_zpsql8ohgqw.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Shazadi<br/><strong>Race/Culture:</strong>Jinn-Blooded Bedu<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Crimson Palace (con't 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/><hr/><br/>In the changing room, the lovely attendant that guided her paused to asked Shazadi if she and her gentleman friend would be requiring any additional companionship in the first of the bath’s heated rooms. Though the young girl was indeed beautiful and normally she might have been tempted, Shazadi simply smiled and politely declined the attendant’s offer, pausing long enough to thank her and press a gentle kiss to the girl’s lips, which were as soft and as sweet as they looked.<br/><br/>Undressing, she carefully folded her garments and stored them in a provided basket, handing them over to be carefully guarded by the Palace’s staff while she availed herself of the baths. The large towel she was given was a light saffron color, pale as the morning sun and Shazadi wrapped the soft fabric around her body, tucking the ends under her arms to mold to her breasts and letting the rest of the fabric hang down to her calves, hugging her hips on its way.<br/><br/>So robed, she padded out from the changing room with her hair tumbling over her bare shoulders in a mass of waves that spilled down her back and into the relaxation room to find Rashid waiting, along with several other patrons of both genders. Young girls and boys tended to all of them, as they desired, dressed in far less than their charges. Seeing Rashid bare to the waist brought a smile to her lips as she crossed the heated room, gracefully taking a seat next to him on the warm tile.<br/><br/>“I apologize for keeping you waiting,” Shazadi said, smiling as she looked up into his face, while her right hand rose to trace the line of his collar bone before sailing down the muscles of his chest, assuming she already had his permission to touch his sweat covered skin. Already the humidity and warmth of the room had brought a rosy flush to her cheeks and skin, far different from the heat of the desert, yet no less appealing.<br/>