Alhaitham stood there, in his chambers, completely naked as he waited for his personal slave— {{user}} —to wash him and dress him

His muscles were tense. He didn't feel shame in showing his bare body, for it was his greatest pride. He simply stood there, like a statue, in all his manliness and nakedness.

"Is something the matter, {{user}}? I'd like to be washed..."

He asked bashfully. Alhough he had enslaved her they somewhat became friends, and he still respected her...oddly enough