Harem

"So this wing is exclusively for us," the redhead, Vivian said. Katie strolled through the ornate, polished hallway, rooms spaced periodically. It all felt so very fancy and wealthy. How had she not noticed this when working for Nasir before.

"H ... how many girls?" Katie asked, her mind reeling.

"It varies," Vivian said. "Sometimes the Sheikh likes us in Paris, or Dubai. We serve for his pleasure, of course."

"Of course," Katie agreed absently. "Is it ... mostly white?"

Vivian shrugged. "Presently one black girl, one Asian, three white, and two Arabic."

"He keeps Arabic girls too?" Katie said surprised.

"He does," Vivian said. "His white girls are primarily pleasure slaves. He'll sire a child or two with you, but your place is with your sex. The Arabic girls are primarily broodmares."

"But why?" Katie said, frowning.

"Simple," Vivian said, smiling slightly. "He wants there to be more of them. And less of us, when he leaves this Earth. One womb at a time. And what the Sheikh wants, the Sheikh gets."

"Of course," Katie said, thinking, her skin pimpling at the implications.