Everyone in the palace knew that the Sultan had a new favorite, and not from the locals, but from overseas.

Mirai did not feel sorry for himself, dancing for several hours in a row. Warm drops of sweat trickled down his torso as he moved smoothly, jingling the coins on his shawl. The jealous gazes of the other concubines were fixed on him while the man was moving.

When he was released, he finally left the room, and leaning his back against the wall exhaled.

"I can't take it anymore.."