"Yes, it's mine," Aisha regarded the robe as Layla slid it over her shoulders and wrapped it around her nakedness. "Just one of many, so don't worry about spilling food on it, or spoiling it in any way. You'll learn soon enough that my Prin....er," she corrected herself, "..our Prince is the most generous of men.  Anything your heart desires.  If he can get it, he will."<br/><br/>Aisha listened to the other woman's story of misery.  She couldn't comprehend the terrible things that Layla must have gone though.  Aisha was accustomed to being cherished.  Tarkus often told her she was his most precious jewel, and he treated her as such. She had never wanted for anything, and he had never struck her in anger, or frustration.  Sometimes their lovemaking involved spankings, with either his hand, or some other implement, but those blows were tempered by love, and only served to heighten Aisha's arousal.  She adored the feeling of his palm slapping against her naked flesh, and the resulting sting and red welts were simply delicious.<br/><br/>"Layla," Aisha tried to choose her words carefully.  "If you are honest with him, always, he will never grow angry with you.  You will never be treated badly, or forced to do something you truly do not want to do.  He<strong>will</strong>push your limits, I can promise you that," the dark haired woman smiled wistfully as she spoke, remembering the many limits she and her Prince had broken together. "He will bring you more joy, more ecstasy, more passion than you can possibly imagine.  All you need do is open yourself up to his love, and serve him well. Nothing more, nothing less."<br/><br/>The women ate in silence for a time.  Aisha watched as Layla picked slowly at her food, but she could see that the woman was resisting the urge to gorge herself.  She wondered again at the treatment she had received before coming here, and what the motivations of her captors could be.  Were they trying to anger Tarkus?  Bring him bad luck, perhaps?  She wondered where he was, and what he was doing.  She'd never seen him so angry.  Aisha sent up a silent prayer to the Gods to watch over him, and to bring him back to her soon.<br/><br/>Layla's next question almost caused her to choke.  Swallowing her mouthful of food painfully, she looked into the face of the battered and bruised woman, surprised to see her looking almost hopeful.<br/><br/>"Been with a woman?" Aisha thought she knew what Layla meant, but the concept was completely foreign to her. "If you mean in a sexual way, then no. I've never been with anyone except Tarkus.  I was selected for him when I was just a child, and was kept pure for him. I was...am...only for him. I..." she blushed as she thought about the implications of having another woman involved in their lovemaking.  It hadn't occurred to her before. "...I've never thought about loving a woman before," she finished, her voice trailing off to nothing more than a whisper.<br/><br/>Would her Prince really expect the two woman to be lovers?  Aisha didn't know how she felt about that.  She'd never considered having sexual contact with another man, let alone another woman.  And what did Layla mean by<em>especially as he brings in more and more women</em>? Feeling a tightness in her chest, Aisha tried to calm herself.  She would talk with Tarkus first, before she let her imagination run away with her.  After all, Layla didn't know Tarkus, and despite being a man, he wasn't like other men.<br/><br/>But now that the idea had been planted, Aisha couldn't seem to shake it.<em>What would it be like to be with a woman</em>, she wondered to herself.