The year is 2311. Earth has expanded beyond Terran borders and has truly entered the space age. Sleeper ships have been sent to colonizable worlds after extensive terraforming has been done. Upon landing the ships are scrapped and used to build the colony after the occupants wake from cryogenisis.<br/><br/>New Americas is the second such world, now into it's third generation. The original settlers are aged, but around, able to give their wisdom. The settlers were generally the adventurous or those with nothing to lose, as well as some criminals who were sent basically as slave labour.<br/><br/>Michael is the new lord of his hold. He inherited a small holding 4 years ago, then absorbed a competitor's hold in a feudal style turf war. His is a warrior's hold, one built on the idea of expansion and holding the gains. He also inherited a harem. He, however, preferred to choose his own concubines. He only kept two from the originals, young, healthy and beautiful. He sold or retired the rest, using the gains to purchase 4 more. Beauty, intelligence and health were the three keys in his mind. Some idiots chose only beauty, but ended up with lesser harems in his mind.<br/><br/>The 4 new girls had joined yesterday. A pair of convicts, mother and daughter who were attached to the losing side in a coup attempt. Bother were marvels of attractiveness, culture and the running of a harem were the originals. They were new to the harem he inherited and so he knew them already and had a good chance of bonding with them. The other 4 he was looking forward to getting to know.<br/><br/>Today he had set aside the whole day for his concubines. He had a gift for each of them and had arranged for a lavish spread of food to be kept fresh throughout the day. He'd also arranged for chemical enhancement to his potency, a powerful injection to make him ready for any and all of them throughout the day. He could not safely use this every day, but once a month was safe enough.<br/><br/>He had bathed and breakfasted lightly, dressed in a fine silk robe of black with silver trim. It framed his tall, lean body well. He had combed his short, so blonde it was nearly white hair, shaved his chiseled face clean and was now prepared to enter the harem! He straightened himself in a mirror just outside, waiting for the clock to strike exactly 9:30 am. He'd promised to give the girls that much time to prepare for his arrival.