Khalisah - Her cultural belly dance.

During dinner, you're informed by one of Khalisah's staff members that she awaits you in the royal study. A part of you wonder why she would choose the royal study, instead of your private bedroom; but after dinner, you head into the royal study. As you get closer to the study, you can hear the sounds of cultural Al-Anashab music, and giggles coming from Khalisah herself. So upon entering the study, you see her dancing to the beat of the music, wearing some sort of cultural two-piece attire, made of a mix of silk and satin. The top leaves little to the imagination, where Khalisah gives a very nice cleavage, even with her small but perky breasts. You watch as her small hips sway, seeing how toned the smallest of the five maidens is, as the tiny pendant over her belly button sways about. A pair of silk pants covers most of her legs, going all the way down to her ankles. On her feet are a pair of cultural slippers, with the material arcing upward, then inward. Her brown eyes spot you, and she stops dancing, giving you a smile.

"Greetings, your highness." Khalisah tells you, curtsying along the way. "I hope all is well after a hearty dinner."

"As fine as it could be, Khalisah." You tell her. "Advisors, nobles, and military officers always playing politics at the table."

"No different than it is back home in Al-Anashab." She tells you. "My father can hardly go a night without a general asking for reinforcements to a fort, or a traveling merchant asking for an escort through the desert, to reach Phebis. Wasn't that where you first met Cielina of the Amazons?"

"Aye, I did, two cycles ago." You respond. "Sometimes, I wonder how different things would have been, if it was not for the demons providing a common enemy."

"Some of the other demon lords tried to sway a few generals, and some of our djinn allies to their cause." Khalisah tells you. "However, my mother, a magician, sensed something was amiss, before the demons could strike, and helped my father thwart their plans."

"Your mother is a magician?" You ask her.

"That she is, King Bryce." She tells you. "She is part of the Order of Sheharazade. You can consider it Al-Anashab's equivalent of the Coven of Magi. Magically talented people are watched carefully in Al-Anashab, but my father does not order them to abdicate their titles, unless it is absolutely necessary for the safety of our people."

"So since your mother is a magician," you ask her, "do you have any magical talents that you've inherited from her?"

"I have some of my mother's talents," she tells you, "but they are not as powerful as hers, at least for now. I spent half of my childhood in the Sheharazade Academy, learning to control my magic. The other half was spent understanding politics, trade, and learning how to entertain the court."

"Like the cultural dance you were doing as I was coming in?" You ask her.

"Yes." Khalisah replies. "Have you ever heard of belly dancing, King Bryce? It's popular among my people, and in other parts of Motania. It is a wonderful sight to see, as dancers use the dance to tell a story."

"What kind of story?" You ask her.

"Stories of love, romance, and sometimes erotica." She tells you. "That is why I arranged my night with you this week, to do a few dances for you."

"Is that all you wish to do this night, Khalisah?" You ask her.

"Oh?" She asks you in return. "Do you want more? I can save an erotic dance that my mother taught me when I became of age, for last, if you want."

"As you wish, Khalisah." You tell her.

You settle in to the seat where you normally enjoy to read scrolls and books by the fireplace, allowing Khalisah to walk over to a spot in front of you. With her signal, the Al-Anashab musicians resume their musical play, as Khalisah herself begins to dance. She begins with some simple belly dances, moving her body to the beat, as you watch the veils around her waist sway. Because of her small body frame, you bear witness to her agility and flexibility, as well as the incredible display of balance, when she takes up her scimitar, and dangles the blunt end of the sword over the top of her head. Safely setting it aside, she walks back to a spot in front of you, and prepares her erotic dance for you.

"Now I wish to challenge you, your highness." Khalisah tells you. "I want you to try to keep your eyes on mine for as long as possible, while I do the erotic dance that my mother did, that first enticed my father to bed with her that very same night."

You do you best to keep your eyes on Khalisah's brown orbs, as she begins to do the erotic dance. Her hips, arms, and legs begin to sway, as she uses her body expression to tell a classic Al-Anashab story about a very long friendship that evolves into love. Off the corners of your eyes, you catch her hands working to untie her top, finding it a struggle to not look down at her small breasts. You manage to keep your eyes on hers, unknowing where her hands go after she untied her top. So Khalisah moves closer to you, dancing the entire way, as you begin to feel the warmth emanating from her body. It isn't long before you feel her working her hips down to your lap, her eyes widening at the feel of your growing bulge between her legs. She begins to press her hips down even more, working her hips from side to side, adding in a light back-and-forth motion to rub your bulge between her legs, all throughout the remainder of the music. So when it ends, she smiles, and turns her head to face the musicians.

"Thank you, good musicians." She tells them, speaking in their native language. "I will make sure the Itherian King and I reward you accordingly for this service. But for now, please leave us."

She waits for them to leave, before she turns her attention back to you. You can see the brightening glow of desire in her eyes, as she takes your hands, and places them on her hips. A reasonable amount of sweat has formed on her skin, and her breathing is reasonably heavy and rapid. So now that it's just the two of you in the study, she speaks more freely to you.

"You managed to keep your eyes on mine throughout the entire dance," she tells you, "even when I removed my top. You can look down at my breasts now."

You do so, seeing how proportionately small, yet perky her breasts are. What she lacks in breast size, she makes up in those large, perky, chocolate-colored nipples that are now very hard. She brings her hands to your face, and tilts it back up to her eyes.

"So, your highness," she asks you, "did you enjoy my belly dancing?"

"Aye, I did." You tell her.

"Most wonderful, indeed." She tells you. "I may be a machinist by day, but I am still an Al-Anashab princess by night. The feel of your manhood between my legs is making me very moist."

"Not to mention your nipples are very hard, Khalisah." You tell her, bringing a hand up to brush one of them with your fingers.

"Oooohh!" Khalisah responds. "Be careful, your highness, they're very sensitive to the touch, when they're hard."

"What will you do, then," you tell her, "when I pleasure them to the fullest extent?"