Present it to the Sultan

The next day in court, you stride up the Sultan and bow, holding aloft the stone Carnality card. He laughs before you speak.
"At last you've drawn carnality Arzu. And you already seek aid in solving them?"
"Yes my sultan" you speak, exaggerating but not faking your shame. You look up and can't help it as your eyes flicker to the tall woman holding the fruits for the sultan to lazily gnaw upon. Her braid nearly met the floor, where her eyes stayed locked on, even now.
"You desire Fadia?"
You don't say anything but nod.
"Ah, but Fadia is a rare talent among the women here. See, no other woman uses her breasts to clean my ministers feet. Who is to do that while Fadia is with you?"
You know the Sultan well enough to know what he asking for, for you to bring another woman to be toyed with by the Sultan while you toy with his woman.
"Fadia, bring the oils out, show him your talent." commanded the Sultan, in his casual voice he could just as easily order the **** of other men with.
A stool is brought, and soon Fadia is kneeled before you, top less, with her generous firm breasts coated in oil. The Sultan watches on, with lurid interest. And wash your feet with her breasts she does. She acts smoothly and efficiently, never meeting your eyes, but instructing you to lift a leg there or relax more with a fragile voice. You had never had your feet lavished so, and soothing smoothness of her skin, and pliant flesh beneath it gave you a decadent thrill, particularly when press a nipple between your toes. The ticklish feeling it evoked in the absurd setting almost maddening. Once both feet were anoited, Fadia uses her braid to clean them. Finally Fadia bows and returns to the inner chambers. For a moment your mind wanders, what could a man do with a woman that compliant? And you realize your root has been turgid for some time as your gaze lingers on her bare back as she leaves.
"So you see, I cannot just let her go tonight for nothing." The Sultan finally continued, flashing his dangerous grin.