... struggles to understand why she is acting this way.

As she fanned the Sultan’s favourite mistress Jonna fought against her abject acceptance of this role. She had meekly obeyed the senior girl and she thought of herself as a girl, a harem girl no less. And she accepted that it was 1462 AD as the christians reckoned time, the city before her was Constantinople ... not Istanbul... and this was the harem of Sultan Mehmed II.

But she was John. From six hundred years, give or take, in the future. A man. A free man. Not some pampered servile pet.

She looked down at the costume, understanding that this outfit linked her somehow to her past life. Should she remove it? No. That would be immodest. One did not walk around naked in the Harem unless the Sultan commanded it. And she had not yet served the Sultan yet.

John felt mixed relief and regret as she thought on this. She was beautiful and desirable. Surely her master would see that. And she was a virgin... John shook of her thoughts. She needed to remove her outfit...