Dobra

Dobra enters the room. She is wearing a a long towel wrapped around her body with a cotton robe over it to keep her modesty.

*How's the water?" you ask.

"Good," she answers.

"So anything that I can help you with?"

"Remember what you said to me two months ago?"

You nod.

"I've been thinking all this while and come to the realization that I want you to claim me. Offering my daughters is just an **** act to make it acceptable to everyone."

Even though Dobra implies that she is old enough to be your mother, you don't really care about that. You close the distance between the two of you and pull off her robe. "You're just going to be a woman who's body will be enjoyed by the king. Nothing more. Still, with that in mind, do you still want to offer yourself to me?