<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/>There was so much to admire and appreciate about this intriguing man. While it was true that he was no imposing hulk of a warrior, Shazadi could feel the strength in his arms as the wound around her as well as the power in his carefully trained and honed physique. There was grace as well as strength in his body; mastery as well as technique. She had been fortunate enough to see his Dance and to be the recipient of his magnificent skill and control. It was a blessing to have found him at the coffeehouse.<br/><br/>“One may tarry at an oasis for as long as one desires,” Shazadi whispered, staring up into his eyes as his thumb slowly moved across her belly, close enough to her center to make her press her toes against the tile. “Should not an oasis be enjoyed, to its fullest extent?” Glancing down, she let her fingers trail slowly down the bare skin of his arm, only to lift her eyes, smoldering brazenly when they reached his hand. As her lips parted, she took hold of his hand and guided it lower, urging his fingers to slip between her folds to find the hot, slippery flesh waiting there just as a young woman dressed in a flimsy shift approached with a tray of glasses.<br/><br/>“Would you care for some refreshment?” she asked them both.<br/><br/>“I would be delighted,” Shaza replied, reaching out with her other hand to retrieve a glass of juice from the tray.<br/><br/>“And sir?” the girl asked, looking to Rashid.<br/><br/>“We’ll share,” Shazadi replied, sipping the beverage.<br/><br/>Nodding, the girl moved on to the next patron, while Shazadi continued to sample the cool drink, and to press Rashid’s fingers back and forth against the slick flesh between her legs.<br/>