Of course!

"Yuri," you say again, trying to repeat the name exactly as she pronounced it, with a slight roll to the R. "Do I say it correctly?"

"Indeed, Your Majesty."

"Please, Yuri. I am not one to insist upon titles and formality, particularly in the bathing pools. In this place, you may call me Xavier. If that is discomforting to you, then 'Sire' will do."

"Thank you, Sire... Xavier," she corrects herself, somewhat hesitantly.

"I must confess, I have been trying to determine what country you hail from," you say, "and I find I cannot. Your name, appearance, and manner of speech are all unfamiliar to me."

She smiles enigmatically. "You would never guess, Sire."

The use of the title seems to make her more comfortable, so you allow it. "Perhaps the land to the east, over the mountains which reach the sky? Hindustan, I have heard it called... our most learned healer is from there. Your appearance is something like that of his daughters, but not your accent."

"No, Sire, I am not from there. But have you seen the great ocean to the west, beyond Gibraltar?"

"I know of it, but I am not as well-traveled as I would like to be."

"There are other lands across that sea, vast and distant lands which are unknown to all I have encountered since I came here. That is where I am from. I was a young child when my mother and father set forth from our home on a fishing voyage... but we were caught in a storm which seemed to blow our boat across half the world. My father and I were the only ones to survive. He died of a sickness but a year after we found land, and I was taken into the household of Lady Geneviève de la Rocque, of Normandy. She has treated me with great kindness... I believe she had a granddaughter the same age as I was who was taken by the plague, and to have other young girls in her household helped her to soothe the emptiness in her heart."

"I know of Lady Geneviève," you say. "Is she here with you?"

"Sadly, she has also passed. The rest of the household did not look so kindly upon me, they resented the privileges that I and the other girls of my age were granted by our mistress. Without her protection, I knew we would come to harm, so one night, four of us left... and having heard tales of your kingdom, we decided to try and find our way here. We arrived only days ago, and we are still in awe over its magnificence. And now, to make the acquaintance of the King! Sire, it is more than any of us ever dreamed of!"

The two of you have been walking slowly, and at that moment you arrive at the gates to the women's pools. "Sire," says the tall, well-muscled man guarding the entrance, as he steps aside for you and Yuri. He carries no weapon, as is the law within the walls of the bathing pools, but he is so clearly formidable that no one would dare to challenge him.

Yuri seems barely unable to contain her excitement as she directs you toward a pool where three other maids of her are playfully splashing each other, laughing at some private joke between them. They see you approach, and are momentarily startled when they see you with her.

"Yuri, the men cannot come in here!" one of them exclaims.

"One of them can," Yuri says, barely able to contain herself.

The other girls look confused at first, and then the truth seems to hit all three of them at once. "Yuri... is this..."

"I am King Xavier," you tell them, bowing at the waist. "And I am delighted to make your acquaintance. Welcome, all of you, to Elyssia."

"Your Majesty, may I present my companions: Elainne, Isabeau, and Brigitte, all formerly of the household of Lady Geneviève... and perhaps, if Your Majesty would have us as subjects, maids of Elyssia."

The girls are utterly overjoyed to have you join them in the pool, and at first seem not to know what to do with themselves. You've grown accustomed to this sort of reaction from the young ladies over time; it has proven somewhat difficult on occasion to keep your ego in check and remember that they are thrilled to be in the presence of the King, not to be with Xavier. However, you would also like to think that you are able to live up to their expectations in many ways, and that maids who have known you - both intimately and otherwise - do not go away disappointed.

"Is it true that you became King by magically turning a chest of copper coins to gold?" Brigitte asks.

"That's one I haven't heard before," you tell her with a smile. "The truth is a good deal more mundane than that, but I was once a commoner."

"A blacksmith?" Isabeau asks, stroking your right arm. "I can tell you've spent time swinging a hammer... it makes the arms strong and well-muscled."

"Now Isabeau, is it really appropriate for you to be manhandling a King like that?" Elaine asks as she rubs your shoulders.

"I beg you to forgive my companions, Sire," Yuri says as she slides under the cascade of water flowing into the pool, letting it run over her shoulders and down her generous bosom. "We never expected to actually meet the King, especially not so soon after arriving here, and I'm afraid they're more than a little excited. If I may be so bold... I'm feeling rather excited myself, being here with you."

"And we chose the perfect pool," Brigitte says, sliding up close enough to you that her naked thigh rubs up against yours. "Did you notice, Your Grace, that we can see none of the other pools from here? Doubtless, none can see us either... unless they did so deliberately, and I am sure that no one would dare to impose upon the King in such a way."

"I have heard," says Elainne, as she slides down into the water behind you, still rubbing your shoulders, "that these is something of a curse on these waters. They say that the warmth of the water enhances a man's desire... but also softens his manhood, so that he cannot perform."

"Such a thing would befall only an old man, not a young and strong man like the King," Isabeau insists. She has drifted into the center of the pool, and Yuri joins her there.

"Even if it were true," Yuri says, "I know that there are some things which never fail to arouse a man, and make him hard and ready... such as when two women kiss each other, in the manner of lovers?" She and Isabeau embrace and bring their lips together, gently at first and then more fervently, sliding their tongues to meet in each other's mouths. Brigitte's hand begins to slide up your inner thigh, and you feel Elainne's lips on the back of your neck...

It was not long ago that you might have immediately succumbed to such seduction, but you have been King for long enough to know that not all spies and assassins are men in black cloaks who hide in the shadows. It may be that these women are exactly what they seem to be, four maids from a distant land who are starstruck at meeting the King and want to live out a shared fantasy. But, it may also be that they are here to compromise you, to win your confidence and then gather secrets for whoever their master may be, or to steal from you outright once they have the chance. It is even possible that the four of them intend to use their wiles to make you drop your guard completely, only then to strike; they may be young ladies, and you are of course stronger than any of them, but if one brought a heavy rock down on your head and then the four of them held you under the water together, they could certainly keep you there long enough to drown...