The names, characters, places and events in this story are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. All characters are over the age of 18. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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At breakfast, the manager of the Inn handed Skyann a sealed note. "Hand this to your mentor," he ordered her.
When Colfax opened it, he smiled. "We're going up in the world. We've been invited to dine with the Procurator of Port Janus himself tonight. Myself and two members of my harem. Too bad I've only got one!"
"You haven't got a harem at all. But I wonder why?" mused Skyann.
"Can think of two reasons -- he heard about my good fortune at the races yesterday and wants a 'donation' to city funds. Or he got wind about that very sexy dance you did and wants you to perform for him. Take this money and buy us two good outfits at the market."
No 'please' and no 'ma'am'. Skyann was about to open her mouth and insist that he respect her senior rank but thought better of it. Would the Procurator really want to watch her dance? One part of her mind was shocked at the thought that she might have to perform in front of many more people than saw her dance at the Inn while another part, darker and more primal, relished the thought that men would lust over her naked body as she displayed for them in a dance of wanton exhibitionism like the other night. Skyann shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. This crazy world was getting to her and the sooner they left, the better. All the same, she rather enjoyed the tingling feelings coming from her nips and clit as she thought about what she might be asked to do.
However, she enjoyed her time in the market and bought fresh outfits for herself and Colfax. Gritting her teeth, she picked up something that seemed to be made out of white lace for herself. Let's see what that man makes of that, she thought. She used her time talking to the potter and several other women to get a deeper perspective on the status of her gender on Mantua.
That evening Phylebos, who was also invited to the banquet, hired a wagon and they set off through Port Janus's busy streets to the Procurator's Hall. It was set within its own walled grounds abutting the city's ramparts and provided a separate fortification if the city ever fell to an enemy. The liveried guards checked their invitations and waved them through.
"Best behavior," Colfax whispered to Skyann.
"I could say the same to you, Quarter-Captain," she hissed back.
The pillared main hall was sumptuously decorated with wall paintings depicting great triumphs in Janus City's history. Scented candelabra illuminated the room and the tessellated floor had been freshly polished. Taking up much of the room were three tables set in a squared U shape while a stage occupied the other end. The room was busy with well dressed men and scantily clad women. Everyone seemed to be talking and laughing -- particularly the women. Even with many beautiful women on show, Colfax was pleased that Skyann stood out. Her lacy top and split skirt left very little to the imagination and, despite the heat in the room, her circular dark pink nipples very much on show. However, the other women were also very much on display for their mentors.
A young woman knelt by Colfax's side and offered up a silver tray filled with small glasses.
"Wine, mentor?" she said.
He took a glass and savored the taste and raised an eyebrow when Skyann did the same. The serving girl stared at her but didn't say anything and hurried off.
They circulated and Colfax picked up some of the gossip and scandals about the local movers and shakers as well as a few business opportunities he might want to invest his winnings in. A papyrus making workshop sounded most promising. Skyann hated having to stand respectfully behind him, like the other harem girls did, while their men talked. She had so much to say to these sexist fools that she was fit to burst. She found she was there only in case she was needed to fetch or serve.
Colfax snapped his fingers. "Bring me another wine," he commanded. With that, Skyann had to find a serving girl. She took two glasses and drank one as she returned to where Colfax was talking with a grizzled ship's captain and a handsome cavalry officer.
"Only got the one girl?" Skyann heard the cavalryman ask as she returned.
"Yes, this one's enough for me," Colfax sipped his wine and thought for a moment. He would actually enjoy a harem. A bunch of willing women -- not like Bitch-Face -- eager to serve his every need. But he knew that would be impossible as there was no way he could take any natives back with him to the Convolvulus. All the same...
"Shame, as I have a girl who is looking for a new mentor. I've taken on a couple of new girls recently so I haven't been seeing to her needs as much as she'd like. She's good with her mouth."
The men grinned while Skyann stood nearby, fuming impotently in the middle of a little cloud of harem girls.
A gong rang and serving girls escorted the men to their places at the tables. Skyann looked for a place, too, but soon saw that she was expected to stand behind her mentor. Colfax found that he was on one of the legs of the U but very near the top table while his friend sat two places down. Once the men were seated, the gong rang again and the Procurator himself with his selected guests entered the Hall. The Procurator himself was a tall, lean man with silver hair which contrasted with his dark ocher skin. His face commanded attention dominated by an aquiline nose and, Skyann thought, thin-lipped cruel mouth. He wore an over-embellished purple tunic over white pants. Immediately following him was a thin, shaven headed man in what looked like a sea-green monk's cowled robe. Stitched on the front was a stylised design depicted a nine-headed dragon. Skyann shuddered as the picture looked evil somehow.
"He's the Chief Priest here of Tiamat -- the Nine-Headed Sea-Dragon, the goddess of primordial creation," Skyann overheard the ship's captain whispering to Colfax. "That monstrous cult is getting more popular all along the coast."
"Why -- what's up with them?" Colfax asked.
"Steer clear of them -- they take the best," he muttered but the skipper would say nothing more and turned away to talk with another guest.
The banquet was in several courses and wine was served throughout, the serving girls ensuring that the glasses were continually topped up while the harem girls standing behind their mentor attended to any other needs.