Twins

Whatever Nasir want, Nasir got. Britney had learned that long ago. Concubines flitted in and out of their circle, in, bred, and parceled out to employees or people he wanted to impress. But these two ... Nasir seemed especially pleased.

These were twins, a precious commodity in any harem. English, the two had dark hair, winsome smiles, perfect posteriors and boobs enhanced by the Sheikh himself.

"Do I want to know how much you paid their parents?" Britney asked, barely audible, as they walked off the private jet in matching hijabs.

"It is outside your concern," Nasir said, a little imperious but not unkind. "More than for your hand. But you're still here. Because you know your place."

Britney curtsied submissively. Service to the Sheikh was the only name in this game.