Even with the djinni sultana absent, Jumishat's mealtime festivities continued well into the night, the guests having themselves such an enjoyable time to the extent that most did not even notice that their host had long since left them until it reached its end. Gradually, each of the guests would take their leave, either to return to their homes or enjoy the other diversions Nahas-w-Jawahir would have to offer until only a small dozen remained in the once-bustling hall, amongst these being Min, abandoned by her recently made gentlemen friends (not the least bit helped by the rude jokes she cracked, each one progressively more off-colour than the last) and determined to make as much use of the unlimited refills as she could possibly manage, although the goblin could only take quaffing cup after cup of a drink that only gave her a minor buzz by her lonesome for so long before growing restless, and decided it was high-time she searched for entertainment elsewhere.
Finishing her final glassful for the nonce, the goblinoid pushed herself away from the ring-shaped table and stood up from her zabuton, nearly falling right back down onto her rump just as quickly as all feeling had been temporarily lost in her stubby legs from kneeling stationary for such an extended amount of time. With the help of a few thumps of her fists to her thighs, feeling once more returned to her lower pair of limbs, and Min made her exit of the feasting chamber. She gained the attention of one of the human attendants who remained on the other side of the doors this entire time, beckoning him to crouch down to her level as to whisper a request into his ear. The hushed words made him raise his eyebrows a fair amount, though he assured Min, as a guest of honour of the Malika, her request will be fulfilled soon enough.
Excited, Min then hurried through the maze of endless brass corridors to return to her lodgings forthwith, having surprisingly little trouble recalling the way before she found herself standing back outside the iron door of her quarters, or at least what she believed to be to the best of her memory. Min opened the portal, but what she saw waiting for her inside astonished her at first before her face quickly took on a devious smirk, as it appeared her desire had already been carried out in the short interval it took for her to arrive: organised into two separate ranks on either side of the circular bed in the room's centre, twelve young Sahra'ramalian men awaited the goblinoid with warm smiles, each one about Gyllen's age, with delectably dark skin and eyes; soft, boyish features; short, swept haircuts; and costumed in identical, white outfits consisting only of a low-cut vest on their chests and a sash around their waists with long, loincloths trailing both from their fronts and behinds to hide their privates from view, all the better in showing off their trim midriffs, smooth legs and pretty, manicured toes. With such closely uniform aspects however, Min had difficulty distinguishing each lad from the others, but for how cute she found the homogenous semblance to be, the goblinoid could hardly complain!
With the group of servants completely at her beck and call for the remainder of her stopover as per her specified solicitation, Min did not waste much time setting them to work. To the opposite end of the chamber, the redhead began to walk at the same time she started removing the formal attire she had borrowed for dinner one piece at a time while also giving out her first set of instructions to her temporary attendants as they watched her strip while she strode. The goblinoid soon reached to the bath set into the floor and behind a pair of curtains that would never be joined during her stay, a trail of garments recounting her path as she slid herself into the gilded, unfilled basin utterly nude excepting the fine pieces of jewellery that had been lent for the duration of her sojourn adorning her neck, fingers and wrists, resting her half-shaved head upon the edge while she waited for the boys to commence their task.
The first teen approached the rim of the bowl with a large, clay jar held in his hands that had been earlier prepared before slowly tipping it to spill the contents directly onto Min's green physique, aiming specifically for the goblin's chest. Instead of water that was poured however, a white, warm liquid flowed and splattered across the redhead's chest, running around and between her emerald globes before forming a small puddle underneath her body. Contrary to what the reader may expect this pale substance to be from the perverse goblinoid's past capers, the fluid was, in actuality, heated donkey's milk scented with the aroma of honey. In the past, Min had heard stories of certain princesses in the Desert Lands who bathed in such unorthodox ways and developed a minor curiosity in seeing if it was as beneficial to the skin as was claimed, and only just now having the means of testing it out for herself.
One by the one, the servant boys came bearing alike vases, emptying each out into the tub in turn, steadily raising the level of the liquid until Min was submerged to her neck, where they would then standby until their patron had need of them once more, unbeknownst to the rotating motions of goblin's hand against her crotch within the opaque solution, rubbing herself while she took sly peeks to their naked crotches beneath their belts from her low angle. Aside from the obvious enjoyment she gained from stealthily masturbating, Min could also already discern a clear effect the tepid milk was having on her flesh, much to her surprise, as if every pore on her person was being deep cleansed and rejuvenated more than simple water could ever do. Min remained in the bath for quite some time after that, the servant boys yet to utter a single syllable, though she enjoyed the silent, relaxed atmosphere, closing her eyes over in peaceful bliss to the extent where she almost forgot about rubbing her pussy entirely. Almost.
Upon deciding her dermis had been substantially sanitised, Min left the bath, lifting herself up and out onto the edge, her short body drenched and dripping with white fluid before immediately being set upon from either side by a pair of attendants armed with fluffy, cyan towels, swathing the redhead's bare surface dry in a matter of seconds. It was evident that these boys, for as young as they were, had been well coached in their profession, which was only to be further proven when Min next spied a high, cushioned bench that had been set up adjacent to the bed during her dip. Once the two males with towels left her sides, the small, lime-pigmented woman made her way over to the bench while still remaining nude, knowing its purpose, before a third retainer hoisted her diminutive body onto its padded surface and lay her flat onto her stomach without her even needing to ask.
Min crossed her arms underneath where her chin rested, idly kicking her feet into the air while she observed that same nameless boy plus one other take their places on either side of the bench with copper bowls now held in their hands, seemingly produced from out of thin air, which they then carefully placed in the spaces next to where the goblinoid lay prone. Looking into these containers, one would see an oil, pale yellow and transparent, which the two boys then dipped their hands into before placing them onto the redhead's unclothed back. The two pairs of palms then began to rub the lotion into the virescent flesh, slowly working the span from her shoulders to her lumbar.
