<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Jagwaar/shazadi12b_zpsbdi1kpro.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/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Rashid<br/><hr/><br/>The tide had turned, and though still basking in the afterglow of her release, Shazadi was enjoying the subtle shift of control between them. The delicate change was heralded when Rashid closed his eyes as her lips wrapped around bus fingers, by the tiny shiver she could feel vibrate through his chest and soft hungry moan that escaped his lips as she nibbled on his fingers. He returned her kiss with hunger, enough to suggest that his appetite had been sufficiently whetted, and would not suffer his gentlemanly patience for much longer. The pace and timbre of his breathing when she reluctantly pulled her lips away only served to confirm how much he wanted her.<br/><br/>When she deliberately fanned that desire, Shazadi couldn’t have been more pleased with Rashid’s reaction. The mix of arousal and frustration in the sound that rumbled past his lips as he tilted his head back was a sweet and incredibly intoxicating music to her ears. He had been the conduit for her pleasure and now she would return the favor, being the vehicle for exquisite sensation and ecstasy. Knowing that he spent so much time alone in the desert only served to enhance her desire to please him, so when Rashid gently picked up and stood, settling her feet on the floor to pull her close, she was more than ready to leave the warmth of the room behind in search of a bit more privacy.<br/><br/>“Let’s find out,” Shaza suggested with wry smile, taking Rashid by the hand. Turning, she began to lead him out of the relaxation room, body close to his so that the sway of her hips could serve to both distract him and hide the evidence of his arousal as they left the room. The dryer, relatively cooler air outside it assaulted them as they stepped out into the hall, walking its length to one of the bathing alcoves, stopping when an attendant directed them to an empty one large enough for two. There a fountain of cool water bubbled into a tiled basin at one end with buckets for them to pour water over their bodies, which would run out a drain in the tiled floor, and two wide, slatted wooden benches where they might sit while scrubbing their bodies and hair with the provide soap and brushes.<br/><br/>The attendants asked if they required assistance, but Shazadi waved them away, insisting that she could take of washing her companion and he, her. Ushering them out, she drew the curtains at the front of the alcove and then moved to fill a bucket from the basin before turning to Rashid.<br/><br/>“So, should I wash you first, or get you more sweaty?” she asked.<br/>