"Layla, you're missing the point."  Aisha tried not to sigh with frustration at the woman's thick headedness.  "<em>Pretending</em>to have limits means you're not being honest with him.  Prince Tarkus values honesty above everything else.  He doesn't care whether you have limits or not! He cares that you are open with him, and to him.  Don't you see?  He's offering you a life of pure joy, like you've never known.  But you<strong>must</strong>tell him the truth always, in all things."<br/><br/>Still not sure the smaller woman understood, Aisha fell silent.  Layla would either learn, or she wouldn't.  As First Concubine, it fell to her to help the new arrival become accustomed to Tarkus' ways, but if she couldn't, or wouldn't, be honest, there really was no helping her.  She would never know the joy of the Princes' love if she couldn't truly give herself over to him.<br/><br/>The continued talk of the two women engaging in sexual acts both disturbed, and excited Aisha.  She had never been with anyone other than Tarkus, and had never pleasured herself.  Her Prince had such a voracious appetite, that there had never been a need for her to do so.  And besides...she craved his touch, every minute of every day.  Her own, or that of another, would simply pale in comparison, she was sure.<br/><br/>Blushing at the compliment, Aisha's eyes dropped back to the table, away from the intense look of the other woman.  She actually felt slightly uncomfortable.  Layla should be anticipating being taken to Tarkus' bed, not inviting herself into Aisha's.  She cleared her throat softly, trying to ignore the weight of the other woman's gaze as it roamed her body.<br/><br/>"Well...if that's what our Prince wishes, then that's what will happen.  But until then...."  Aisha left the sentence unfinished, hoping that Layla would realise that nothing would, or could, happen between them without the express wish of Tarkus that it do so.  She was His, afterall, and His alone.