You sit close to the veranda and smoke weed in your smoke pipe. You glane over your shoulder and see Naziya lying on the bed unclothed and asleep. The room reeks of sweat; your scents mixed together and weed.

You are the current sultan of Baghdad. Naziya was one of the young concubines in your harem. She was barely of age. But you had been drunken in deep desire each time you saw her.

Naziya tried to protect her purity from you as long as could. But in the end had to give it up.