<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/>Curling her lips up into a warm smile, Shazadi could only laugh as Rashid spoke, capturing her lower lip between her teeth as his hand sailed down her back, finally coming to rest around the swell of her backside. Appreciation was evident in the tone of his voice and the way he drew his eyes along the lines of her figure, savoring every curve, so she allowed him to pull her closer, still wearing a wry expression.<br/><br/>“There’s no hurry to our day’s activities, is there?” she asked. “Even once I’ve bathed you, there is still the matter of my own cleansing to attend to, which you may watch or orchestrate as you desire. And then there is the matter of soaking in the pool, where you will still be able to indulge yourself by enjoying the visual feast I present.” Kissing him gently, lips pressed to his for several long moments, she finally pulled back to smile at Rashid again before dipping her cloth back in the bucket so that she could resume the task of cleaning the weeks of travel from his skin.<br/><br/>“How long are you in the City for this time, habibi?” she asked, running water down the length of his arm before lathering up his skin with the perfumed soap and beginning to work his muscles again with her fingers. “And where will you go next when you leave it?”<br/>