The Lookshyan ambassador, a tall woman with close-cut raven hair and a light set of lamellar armor on, just barely managed to tear her eyes away from the five way female orgy in time to refocus on the king. Or at least, on the gargantuan bulge in his pants. Still erect after being stimulated and shoved in his pants, it was no longer impressive, but outright distracting. She swallowed and coughed, then finally looked up at his face.<br/><strong><br/>"We...ahem...The Seventh Legion wishes for you to demonstrate your goodwill towards the Confederation of Rivers, in return for a trade pact that will flood your coffers with wealth. Ma-Ha-Suchi is on the march in the Hundred Kingdoms, and it looks like he's making a major push this time. The Seventh Legion has beaten him back before, but with the Realm in turmoil we can't afford to strip the Yellow river of sufficient forces to stop him in time. We ask that you use your armies to tie down some of his men here, in the Southeast. Keep him from calling up his auxilliary tribes to support his main armies, and we can do the rest on our own. I..." </strong>She looked over at the women again, drawn by irresistible magics Dancer was pouring into the atmosphere to allure and ensnare any who looked at her.<br/><strong><br/>"I...I'm sorry, are ALL of those women anath-solars?"</strong>