The one wearing silk veils

Considering your options as you allow your gaze to wander across the eight beautiful women, all of which seem suitably eager to be the one you pick, you note that their reactions to having your eyes feast upon are slightly different.

While the two young, slim girls in gold and red tunics both seem quite nervous when you look at them, the big-chested blonde meets your gaze with a brazen one of her own, her full lips forming into a smile when she spots how you go on to admire her ample chest.

For a moment you consider choosing a second Nubian, or the lithesome woman with the strange leather outfit that clings to her like a second skin, but every time you look at one of the other women you find your gaze returning to the busty blonde, your cock aching as you imagine what she’ll look like once you’ve gotten her out of her thin, low-cut dress.

Just as you are about to step to the buxom beauty, you feel a soft touch on the back of your knee. You look down in surprise at the dark haired woman in silks.

"I can please you lord in ways that these others cannot." Her voice is low and sensual and it sends a tremor through you like a musician plucking a string. The woman is pretty, with dusky skin and dark curly hair visible through the sheer headscarf that covers her head. She doesn't have the remarkable hourglass shape of the blonde, but she is decidedly feminine. Not just her round tits or curvy hips and ass, but every part of her body is smooth and round. Her shoulders and thighs have a softness to them and her belly, completely uncovered except for a sparkle of a diamond dangling from her navel, curves gracefully under the silks that cover her hips and loins. She is certainly one of the most attractive women you've ever seen, but so are all the other women in this room.

As if reading your mind she continues. "I have been raised from birth to please men. My mother and her mother before her served in the sultans harems, their secrets are mine as well." Her words cause you to consider her again.

"Stand up." You order, "show me one of these skills that only you know." The woman rises to her feet as smoothly as water flowing, the scarves covering her body shimmering as they float gently to her side. When she is on her feet her face is just below yours and as she lifts her thick black lashes the dark eyes find yours and you feel heat building in your groin just from her gentle gaze. You feel like you have bonded with her without even saying a word.

Lifting her hand she places her graceful fingers in yours, and as your fingers close around hers you note how perfectly each nail is manicured as well as the softness of her fingertips as they rest on your calloused palm. Your will melts and your knees feel weak as her eyes stay locked with yours. Finally able to tear your gaze from hers you tell the waiting room.

"I'll take this one." Your voice is low, but the suspense in the room quieted everyone while you made your choice, even had you whispered the words would have been clear to all. As soon as you speak, the mood is broken and you hear the faint mutterings of the other slaves and sense a moment of confusion from the other men.

"Go ahead boys, enjoy yourselves. I plan to be busy for an hour or two." All your men turn to the remaining seven women before them. "Then we can decide what part of the city to plunder." The words come naturally to you and the men relax and laugh with anticipation.