<strong>To be edited</strong><br/><br/><del>I had not expected him to stop, but it would have been nice.  So, as I had in so many other times and places, I endured.  That is not to mean I was constantly on my back, just that life is a struggle and one must learn to survive.  The Sultan was not overly impressive as a lover, especially if he needed the help of his slave-women.  It was not a pleasant feeling to have him leave his juices inside of me, but, as he stumbled away, I felt a faint amusement and had to fight back a smirk despite the indignities delivered upon me.  He was weak, gone soft from wealth.  <br/><br/>I would have preferred a different position, his body, his warmth, his foul smell were all far too close.  His words nearly brought a roll to my eye, but again I resisted.  I pushed myself up, intending to move away from him towards a glass of water I had spotted.  <br/><br/>"If you don't mind."  I said, ignoring my nakedness and vulnerability as I slowly stood and moved towards the glass.  I could feel his foulness dribbling from my body, and perhaps a faint red flush came to my cheeks, but again I ignored it.  "It will be a long tale and the desert sun does parch my throat so."  I walked like I owned the place, but spoke as I did.<br/><br/>"It began in Alexandria I suppose you could say, in response to a letter.  A friend had spoken of cult activity in Egypt and wanted my assistance.  She sent a tablet of Osiris, as I recall."  I rambled on about the journey as I examined the glass of water, pale ass on display, hair dark against my skin.  The trip, my compatriots, and so on.<br/><br/>"I read a book as I traveled, an old thing from my father.  Its words seemed almost magic, not that I attempted any such thing."  I continued with a snort, the words and symbols still fresh in my mind.  I had not quite worked up the courage to see just how deep the well went.  I was certain there was more on heaven and earth than science explained but, not knowing more, I was concerned of what I might awake.  "It was quite warm when we arrived, Angelica was dressed in a black dress and sat under a black parasol as she fought with a trunk of clothes no one else was willing to help her move.  I had my pack of belongings, the rest would be arranged.  Angelica eventually got her trunk to the hotel, as I had a quick lunch and debated how to proceed."</del><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolls<br/>Pregnancy: At 2020-01-12 02:36:32, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d100 Result: 12 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143348)<br/>History:    At 2020-01-12 02:38:28, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d100 Result: 55 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143349)<br/>English: At 2020-01-12 02:38:44, PerpetuallyAnnoyedCleric (uid: 61108) rolls: 1d100 Result: 26 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=143350)</div></div>