"No, none of them," he sighs with a frustrated wave of his hand. "One more try," he warns, dark eyes narrowing at the eunuch.
"Don't be so cross, darling. I'll go pick us out a couple of perfect ones." She stretches and rotates her slender neck, waking her body up after a relaxing massage. Dark, wavy hair falls over her shoulders as she stands up. Her long, loose dress brushes the floor as she crosses the room. The fabric can't hide her perfect slim figure though. She moves with grace and strength, stealing every eye in the room.
"Sometimes..." She caresses the sharp angles of his face - prominent cheek bones, strong jaw. "...if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself." They share a knowing smile.
"Ready the room. I'll be there shortly." The kiss that follows the order is full of burning passion, enough to make anyone jealous. The onlookers watch, transfixed. Many of them would sacrifice everything to be invited to The Room.
"Back to work." The soft seriousness of her voice immediately has the room bustling. She never barks orders, never raises her voice... except in the throes of ecstasy.
The girls lounge about on colorful floor cushions under a haze that smells of perfume and sweet smoke. Music and giggling echo off the stone walls. Eunuchs serve the girls drinks and exquisite food.
No other men are allowed in here.
Some of the younger girls watch her, wide-eyed, murmuring her name, "Inanna... Look, it's Inanna." A blond strikes up a playful melody on a flute, staring intently over her instrument with mischievous eyes. Others join in but a couple of her fellow players seem to have forgotten how as Inanna strides across the room to where they're sitting.
She caresses the girls' heads as she steps through them as one would a beloved pet. The flutist doesn't stop until Inanna twists her hand in the golden ponytail, tugging her head back and kissing her hard. The girl's mouth is talented as she expected. "Come."
She scans the room for at least one more, ignoring the ones that cast their eyes down. They'll be ready one day and occasionally they're fun, but not tonight. A few older girls are blowing smoke rings at each other around a hookah. The giggles turn to sultry smiles as she approaches and sits down wordlessly. The girl to her right inhales and then passes her the hose. Inanna grips the freckled redhead's chin, tasting the smoke when their tongues mingle. She releases the breathless girl and brings the mouthpiece to her own lips.
She turns to the girl to her left, places a hand on the back of her head, and crashes their lips together. This girl is more tentative but Inanna knows he'll love her curves and auburn hair.
"Come," she says to the last girl but after only a few steps she looks over her shoulder and hooks her finger at freckles.
He'll be pleased.