"Do you offer other services?" you pant, staring up into her sharp eyes.
"Extra special, only for you," she smiles knowingly, stepping back from the table.
She reaches down and pulls on a handle that you didn't notice before. It is small, and covered in the same dark paint as the floor, perfectly camouflaged against the stone tiles. With a low groan of wood and iron, a trap door opens up, and you notice a ladder leading down into a dimly lit, subterranean chamber. A warmer, even more humid draft wafts up from the opening, smelling of rich spices and heavy incense.
Delilah begins stepping down the ladder, her hips swaying deliberately as she descends, and waves at you impatiently to follow. The secrecy is strangely arousing; the knowledge that you, a ruler used to grand palaces and absolute authority, are sneaking into a hidden cellar beneath a common bathhouse makes your pulse race.
"The boss here says this isn't a place of prostitution," she says cheekily, her voice echoing up from the dark, "so I have to take my special clients down here."
You climb down the ladder, your bare feet hitting a thick, woven rug at the bottom. The room is small, lit only by a few thick wax candles, the walls lined with plush pillows and silk drapes.
She looks at you, her eyes dark with a sudden, intense hunger. "Lay down on the mat," she commands.
Before you can even settle onto the soft padding, she strips you and her naked. Without the restrictive merchant dress, her body is a stunning marvel of strength and soft curves, thick thighs, a heavy frame. She grabs a clay vial, pouring a generous amount of thick, fragrant oil into her palms, and then rubs it over her own skin until she glistens in the candlelight.
She drops to her knees beside you, straddling your legs, and begins to use her entire body to massage your body. The sensation of her oiled skin sliding against yours, the weight of her chest pressing into your torso, and the rhythmic, mesmerizing friction of her movements drives all coherent thought from your mind.
She pauses, leaning down until her lips are mere inches from your ear. "Do you want more?"
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