Tanis, a Phoenician whore

"Mmmmmmm, yes, my love, just like that...lovely," a sultry voice coos from the area of your crotch. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you look down to see that a tanned woman with black hair and eyes is suckling your balls in her mouth, one at a time. She's curled up like a cat between your legs, and one hand skillfully massages your shaft - which has a light sheen of oil on it, she is thoughtful - while she laps away at your scrotum and taint. You vaguely recall her from the night before: you and a couple of friends pooled your money to get a small handful of prostitutes for your party; not high-class courtesans, but spirited girls from the local whorehouse who were happy to have your coin. You recall that there was a dark-eyed one - a Phoenician, you think - that you'd taken a particular shine to after she'd proven her willingness to indulge in both hard drinking and rambunctious lovemaking.

Your reverie is interrupted as the Phoenician minx - Tanis, that was her name - sense your climax approaching and goes into overdrive. You let out a moan as you spurt your seed all over her hand, and Tanis gives a breathy little laugh as she comes up to watch it happen, still stroking you. As your passion subsides, she raises her hand to her mouth and languorously licks it off, carefully covering every inch of her hand like a cat, and sucking on the ends of her fingers to make sure they're all clean.

"Well, that was a real treat," she says in her throaty accent. "I must thank you once again for your patronage, Lord Gaius - it's been quite some time since I had a night when I had that much fun earning my pay. Shall I be off now? Or...is there more that you would have of me?" She smiles and stretches slightly, revealing (and clearly reveling in) her pert, dark breasts.