The girl walked to the horse, and as she led it into the center of the hall, two slaves were setting up a large, wooden table there, its top and rim padded, as if for someone to lay atop of.
I still had no idea what sort of perversions I was about to witness.
The Sultan Sari and I being his favorites, we went with the Sultan everywhere; with him, we got to see the insides of kingdoms from here to Egypt, each one more fantastic than the next.
But it wasn't until we were back in our native land that the events occurred which I am about to detail, and which were the beginning of the fate which you see me in now.
Once everyone was in the hall, the slaves closed the doors behind themselves and stood at attention, facing us.
I couldn't even begin to fathom what was about to occur."Commence," the Sultan said, and one of the women bowed.
I averted my eyes out of respect for the Sultan, not wishing to look upon an organ as fearsome as the horse's was sure to be.
" she asked."Whichever way you choose," he said magnanimously."Keep in mind, we have a visiting king who has never witnessed the marvels you are about to display." She bowed courteously, and stepped back."Then allow me to present to your royalnesses," she said, stepping back and indicating one of the girls behind her.