<em>Sense motive: 12</em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64177)<br/><br/>Menya figured out what Hanifa was up to and wisely kept silent on the matter of her friend's inability to speak. Their timely arrival at the city of Glass was fortunate, because it gave Menya an excuse to pretend to gape at the sights and draw attention away from Hanifa's muteness. Pretense soon gave way to authentic awe as she took in the wondrous sights of Glass. A small part of her didn't mind the side trip, after all. Of course their eventual escape from the harem was a sure thing, the possibility that she might remain al-Samara's concubine for the rest of her life never occurring to Menya, the same confidence that drove her to take the risky adventures she did in the first place.<br/><br/><em>Knowledge (planes): 25</em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64178)<br/><em>Knowledge (history): 23</em>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64179)<br/><br/>The bard racked her mind for what she knew about the city of Glass and about marids, hoping to butter up to al-Samara and get into his good graces. "Oh, I've heard so much about the City of Glass, even back home. The crown jewel of the mighty empire of the marids, usinya magic to create livinya space in the middle of the Plane of Water... I've read about it before, but seeinya it with my own eyes is another thinya entirely!" Menya gushed. She continued, "Such power and grandeur - now I understand why the mages of Kelesh-" she deliberately left out Osirion- "only bound the lesser djinni and janni to their service, and couldn't and daren't try the same with the marid. I'm glad I was bought by you instead of a lesser buyer..." Perhaps that was laying it on a little thick, but she let her real enthusiasm for seeing the city of Glass mix in with her voice.<br/><br/>After the forced trek through the Brazen Frontier, it was a relief to be able to enjoy the luxuries of the harem. Al-Samara was attractive enough, and if she was going to sleep with him for the next while, she might as well take full advantage of the perks offered by someone of his station, after all. So it was that she was eager to change out of her rags, relax in the baths, and receive a sensual massage. Her body oiled to a fine sheen, Menya felt like a proper catgirl once more, the grime and aches of her recent travails now a distant memory.<br/><br/>"You know, we might consider this a vacation and stay a while, let the Aspis and Hellknights lose our trail while we're at it," Menya half-joked to Hanifa when she had a chance to whisper to her privately.<br/><br/>Her skin was tingling and she wondered whether some aphrodisiac or drug had been mixed in the massage oils. Personally, she thought that it wasn't needed, she was more than grateful to her master al-Samara for rescuing her from the gnoll slavers and treating her so well. Discreetly she touched her nipple, and was rather surprised when she didn't register an increase in sensitivity or felt in heat, as she might have expected. Roshul noticed and slithered over to her, wrapping around her to hold her in place as she whispered the truth.<br/><br/>Menya's last thought as she slipped into unconsciousness was whether this was just standard practice for all the new catgirls, or was it because she was dangerous because she knew too much...<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Menya woke up, comfortable but disoriented, in a place she didn't recognize. A stranger was talking to her. "Sorry... who are you?" she asked quizzically.<br/><br/>Everyone soon figured out that she was suffering from a bout of amnesia.<br/><br/>"Arensha," she said, feeling the name roll off her tongue as though it had always been there. "I am Arensha". She took the tour of the sultan's palace, trying to re-familiarize herself with the rooms and their layout. When Roshul mentioned the book falling on her head in the library, Arensha suddenly recalled a flitting image from the dream she had while she was sleeping, of searching the library for a crown. It must have been a silly dream, because everyone knew that books, not crowns, were to be found in libraries.<br/><br/>Arensha went through the day meekly, accepting the attention and care that the other ladies of the harem lavished upon her. When al-Samara requested her company that very night, Arensha almost had a panic attack as she realized that her amnesia extended to her master, as well. She followed him into the bedchamber and didn't resist as he stripped what little clothing she wore off her, leaving her completely bare. His touch was foreign, but strangely she wasn't repulsed, and her body was responding and making herself ready for him.<br/><br/>"I... I'll try to remember," she murmured just before he entered her wet and needy sex. Her words trailed off into a moan of pleasure, what the sultan said about her body remembering him where her mind didn't coming true, as the sensation of being filled up felt familiar somehow even if she couldn't remember any exact details. She held him in her arms and wrapped her legs around his waist as he took her and sent waves of bliss to her core. Her own movements were becoming unconscious, instinctual...<br/><br/>She allowed her instincts to take over, and rolled over so that she was the one straddling her sultan. Leaning forward slightly with her hands on his chest for support, she lifted and lowered her hips on his shaft, treating him to a view of her breasts bouncing as she rode him. Sometimes she would ride him hard and fast, other times she would move with deliberate slowness, lifting herself until she was almost completely off him and then impaling herself from tip to base of his member in a single stroke. She clenched the muscles of her finely toned body, making her passage squeeze and milk him. All this was done without really thinking about it - it just felt like the right thing to do, as though her body had done it many times before. Holding back her own pleasure until she felt the first spray of his seed splash against her womb, only then did she let herself go, the two of them climaxing together.<br/><br/>Perform (sex): 27+2 = 29 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64180)