Queen Samira And The Ritual Of Doom
"An ill fated omen marks the sky and there's only one way to prevent tragedy, sex with a peasant!"
Queen Samira, pampered and worshiped since birth, sighed in boredom. In a shallow bath the length of an entire commoner’s home, she leaned back near the edge. A servant clothed in little but a sheer cotton loincloth placed a plush...