The collapse so sudden and complete, he didn't feel the sickening impact as his head hit the solid marble floor, inlaid with ornate scenes.
Prince Al-Adeen was in a featureless void, an endless expanse of black nothingness, that extended in every direction. Reaching down, the floor wasn't there... but he didn't feel like he was falling.
The freshly bedded woman swirled out of void, forming from a nebulous cloud that took on shape and colour as she danced provocatively in front of him.
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As she danced, the prince critiqued her style and looks. It was his job as a man to guide a woman to her most perfect form. His guidance was an insight that women should crave.
Nonetheless, he was delighted to see her shape altered to suit his judgements. She moved more gracefully, seductively. She smiled more lewdly and provocatively, the perfect contrast of slut and chaste maiden, unaware of her appeal. New appetites and curiousities awoke, demanding attention, and exploration. Her eyes sparkled with delight.
But, it was as the physical changes occured that Prince Al-Adeen felt himself stiffening, she was perfect, as she cavorted in front of him.
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Sensations intruded, as he felt his shoulders being shaken. He was pulled from the glorious void, and back into reality. The chill touch of the marble floor making him groan as he returned to his familiar bedroom.
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