Preparing for the bath

Aisha beckons the laughing men out of the bedchambers, but Eliza concocts one final act of humiliation for the impetuous ruler before freeing her hands.

Eliza uses this rare opportunity to prove her physical superiority to her superior (and also flirt with a particularly muscular guard named Jamal). She lines herself right next to the still blind and immobile Cleo. The difference is like night and day: despite standing in front of Cleo, Eliza's flat belly that's been toned from all of the Pharaoh's chores is hardly visible behind the girth of the lazy Pharaoh's belly.

Eliza waits until the door closes and every man has gotten a good look at Cleo until finally yanking the nightie off of the Pharaoh. Cleo falls backwards onto her cushiony butt.

"Are there any OTHER spies hiding in my chambers?!" a thoroughly humiliated Cleo grumbles.

"If there were, Your Majesty, I think the glisten of your gilded bra would have blinded them by now," Eliza asserts while imagining Jamal.

"Yes, let's get ready to bathe! I have already drawn the water!" Aisha exclaims.

Aisha snuck behind Cleo and grabbed the straps of her gold bra, causing her to instinctually turn around. As she was distracted, Eliza crawled in front of her and yanked Cleo's matching panties by the crotch. The strong servants yanked her panties and bra backwards and then released Cleo like a slingshot headfirst into the bath.

As Cleo lands with a splash, all that remained in Aisha and Eliza's hands was the golden fabric.

"How could you toss me in the water in only my underclothes!" Cleo says, trying to recover her shock and dignity.

"Um, your majesty?" Aisha says, holding Cleo's bra so the sunlight reflects off its glistening gold.

"Huh!?" Cleo looks down and realizes she has been relieved of her underwear. Her curvy, golden form is fully exposed to the sisters. After a moment, a beet-red Cleo crosses her arms over her now bare chest and sinks underwater in shame.