A dance competition

You decide that the girl will have to compete for your attentions. It takes a bit of luck and skill, but you sneak the trio into your spacious bedroom while most of the castle residents sleep. You will need to find a more permanent setup for the girls eventually, but for now you just want to enjoy yourself a bit, taking a seat on the edge of your bed. You plan on having the girl who impresses you most while the other two watch. It will help to set the tone for your relationship: if you want to be rewarded, you have to work for it. You get the list of commands the merchant gave you and say the one for dance. The girls stir as they begin their routines.

The Saracen is on your left. Her dance is similar to the vague rumors of eastern dancing you've heard from travelers and second-hand accounts. She moves with grace and precision, improvisation and technique, flow and discipline. She twirls rhythmically, her long hair lashing about as her arms move with a more languid rhythm, drawing your eyes where she wants them. Long, luscious legs peek out from under her parted skirt as she dances and her moderate bust jiggles in her pushed-up top. Her flat yet soft-looking stomach forms the core around which she rotates, supporting her motion with practiced ease. The main attraction though is her bare hips, which gyrate hypnotically, shaking in circular motions as well as with intermittent thrusts towards you. Long tassels around her waist move with her, accentuating her movements. She looks at you with desire, though you doubt its authenticity. Just a little bit.

The supposed Amazon is in the center. Her "dance" is not so much a dance per se, but more a kind of athletic stretching. In contrast to the other two, her movements are slow and controlled, showing off her toned body. The woman's tits nearly pop out of her top with each movement, yet surprisingly the fabric holds. Her movements have an undeniable aura of power to them. You watch as she extends her muscles, and as they go taught you feel like you're watching a blacksmith bending hot steel. She performs a variety of impressive maneuvers, bending over backward and showing off her flat stomach, sitting down and pulling her lugs behind her head. The most eye-catching was when she performed a handstand. It was almost comical, but definitely hot as her skirt fell down around her torso, exposing her shaved nethers between a pair of muscular legs. It only lasted a second before she fell forward onto her feet and stood up in one liquid motion, but it was enough to light your interest.

Finally is the African on your right. Her dance must be traditional for her people for you've seen nothing like it. She stamps back and forth at a wild pace, turning as she does so and moving her arms up and down. Her large ass shows it's outline against her clothing, and her smallish breasts jiggle slightly with her motions. The centerpiece of her routine, though, is rather interesting. All of a sudden she drops to all fours, face away from you. She shakes her juicy ass powerfully as she pushes herself up and down, back arched. In spite of her clothing, you can see the soft flesh jiggle with her thrashing. The wild ferocity of her dance stirs something primal inside of you.

All of the girls were impressive, but one stood out.