Wait it out...

The more she thought about it, the more waiting seemed to make sense. Sure, she had a key now. But she had no other form of weaponry or armour. And she had no idea where she was, entirely. Perhaps she should wait, just a bit, for a better excuse to present itself.

Also, right now, she didn’t know if she could trust herself not to offer herself to any guard that she came upon, rather than sneak past.

So the long wait began. It was truly a show of celestial willpower that she managed to prevent herself from giving into temptation in that period. Her body ached with need. Images, thoughts, desires, ran through her mind. Her cunny throbbed and, more than once, she found her fingers moving to her cleft, only to forcefully pull them away. Her touching only made the desire keener, made her want to ring the bell even more.

Slowly the hours crept past. At one point she thought she might have fallen asleep, or maybe it was just a daze of lust and desire.

She came to her senses when the door, at last, opened. A guard stepped through. Mira found herself, almost subconsciously, opening her legs for him, even as she looked up at him with proud, solemn eyes.

The guard said nothing. He merely uncuffed her wrists and threw her something to wear. A simple gossamer tunic, which left as much skin exposed as it hid. She put it on nonetheless and then allowed herself to be dragged out of the cell and through the twisting corridors of the castle. Her mind was so full of lust she could hardly make her body struggle against him, even if she wanted to.

He led her to the upper areas of Marus’ palace, no longer in the dungeons, the twisting corridors were instead of black marble and gold filigree, combined with hard, dark ironwork.

Eventually, they came to what looked to be some sort of throne room. Large and spacious, Marus sat (predictably enough) upon a throne of burnished gold. Besides him and around him were various plumped cushions and, in front of him, danced a beautiful woman. Not quite naked, she wore a pair of gossamer harem pants and a simple top that let her midriff showing. Her breasts were large and she had long, black hair and an hourglass figure. She swayed and shimmied for him seductively and, to Mira, it was obvious what her profession was.

"Ah! Mira!" crowed Marus, looking at her brightly, "so nice of you do join us! I was thinking it’s been a while since I’ve seen a good show. And I thought wouldn’t it be… ever so nice if you and the lady… what’s your name again?"
"Jasmine," said the harem girl, smiling prettily.

"Ah yes, Jasmine… put on a little show for me. What do you say? Would you like to crave that desire which bubbles within you even now… or do you need some more… incentive?"