Fatin gives Tahirah a sly smile as she walks up to the Eunuch. "Nikahd" she says "Do not worry yourself so. This is Amani." Fatin gestures towards you "she's a new girl for the Master's harem, it's natural for her to be disoriented in her new home." But Nikahd pushes Fatin back as she attempts to enter the quarters. "Please Nikahd! We're taking care of her!" A sudden look of worry appears upon the two slave-girls as they exchange glances.
The Eunuch's eyes narrow, and he speaks in his rumbling bass voice, "I will speak with this Amani girl first, Fatin. Do not think to act above your station or I will have you scrubbing the cellar for a week. Both of you go back into your quarters." With that the guard pushes past the two girls and approaches you. Your mind still in a daze, but the nearby presence of one of your most trusted guards is like a bucket of refreshingly cool water, and reality seems to be seeping back to you.
"Slave Amani." Nikahd's voice punctures the fog in your mind, and you stare up into his face, his stupid, strangely alluring face... "Slave Amani" the Eunuch speaks again, his hand coming to your shoulder and shaking you. The fog clears a little more, and the sudden desire passes as understanding of your predicament comes to you again. Your eyes glance about the room, and you notice Fatin and Tahirah have both disappeared into the women's quarters. How long have they been gone? What are they up to? "Slave Amani, look at me." commands Nikahd, as he lowers his face to yours. He looks at you only a moment before speaking again "You're drugged, and I can smell magic on you."
Your mind is moving so slow, you finally realize this is your chance to get out of this mess, and you whisper to your loyal guard, "Nikahd it's - it me."
The Eunuch raises an eyebrow, "Oh? Me who?" the man's face hardens, he clearly doesn't trust you.
"Hiyal!" you exclaim quietly as you make a quick gesture, a signal, with your hands. It is your code for the guards, for when danger is about but discussion must be discrete. You continue, "Nikahd, it is Roshan, your Master. I-I've been drugged, transformed! The entire harem, quickly you must gather the other guards!"
As you whisper, you notice the door to the women's quarters silently open, Fatin is standing there and she is holding something by her side, mostly hidden within her clothing, it glints as some light catches it. A mirror? Your befuddled mind takes a moment to catch on.
No. A blade.
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