<div class="floatright"><strong>Sarki Ra'Shuurma</strong><br/>(https://pre00.deviantart.net/8a9b/th/pre/i/2017/032/1/3/ras_by_bryansyme-daxia3h.jpg)</div><br/>Ra'Shuurma enjoyed his bath, playfully caress and play with harem girls but not devote to anything serious. He bathed, dressed on comfortable garbs made from leathers and silk and feathers. Part ceremonial, symbolic but also comfortable in present climate. He tracked down Lea'shee, found her meditating and praying so he entered room but remained silent and waiting.<br/><br/>He watched the serpents caress and move over her form, naked beauty with mixed with serpents was alluring sight, deadly and beautiful in interesting visual. But he knew not to disturb the snakes, as they can well see him as threat and bite him and despite his prowess he was not immune to poison. Not to mention Lea'shee would be upset if he harmed any snakes, thanks local yuan-ti temple in city he had decreed as local divine law not harm snakes. If people had unwanted snake intruders, they call for local clergy to retrieve the serpents which are brought to temple where they can freely frolic and wander. It reminds him once seeing the breeding pit in the temple; where every few times in year snakes gather for one thing; breed. He has pondered did lamia's do same; gather into singular massive orgy where they freely have sex with anyone and everyone, then all females are fertilized by male lamias or males who were brought to the orgy. He haven't asked this detail from Lea'shee, he could even fear answer and temptation what may come from it. As what he has heard men who were used for 'mass breeding' had never returned. At least what rumors and tales go.<br/><br/>Either way as Lea'shee told her revelation he was surprised at first as well...until he saw Lea'shee's expression and felt room to chill down quite bit. He slowly turned around to look on their angelic guest, look on her regal beautiful face and silver eyes and listen her harsh spiteful words. her attitude annoyed Ra'Shuurma, not because of her, but memory of matron mother who owned him and treated him nothing more than animal which were trained to break captured elf maiden slaves with his cock; perform for her and her daughters who all watched and masturbated but never dared come reach of his embrace. Perhaps good reason fearing same tricks they taught him, he can easily employ on them and no drow woman's pride handle such humiliation as cum and beg for human male cock. That same cold regal look matron mother had and he had so much dearly wanted shatter that regal mask with turning matron mother as his personal slut, just even once see her dignity brought down as she did bring down his many times before.<br/><br/>Despite darkness of desire visiting his eyes briefly, he calmed down and replied to Tafiya's words; "I had in mind nothing for you Tafiya, you weren't taken as war captive so your not my thrall as you did not fight for my enemies, nor to me either but your appearance did help my army win the battle so I hold only gratitude for your appearance. Also in my kingdom there are no slaves, thralls work in similar caste role as slaves do, but they are not born nor made such caste permanently. They stay in said role until crime they had committed has been forgiven through service or debt settled, in war any captives owe debt to my nation which they settle with service and after time are freed.<br/><br/>So reason bring you to my city was my way show gratitude to you and provide clothing, place to stay and aid of my healers to you help recover your memory. Which I hear has sadly failed. Even if I find you desirable and would welcome you to my harem, every woman in my harem join it because they want to than I forcing them join it. Also why man should not boast or brag having you as lover? Beautiful and fair as you are, you inspire already bards sing tales from just your eyes alone. It would be injustice not praise to world about your visage." Where Tafiya had coldly in spite talked to Ra'Shuurma, he met her words with genuine warm gracious tone for her unintentional influence in battle, genuine gratitude and then shameless flattery to her beauty. Not cause of politeness but for honesty and wondering why man should not brag about her; as any man who has her has very and every reason to be happy and proud for having fine woman as herself as lover. Not brag owning her, but for having her willing grace upon him. At least that's what Ra'Shuurma tries display with his words but up to angelic entity see it as it is or make her own conclusions about it.