In the golden hush of your palace chambers, the scent of sandalwood drifted softly through the carved arches. You, the young Emperor of Asia, had lived a life of power and duty, yet had never known the warmth of companionship. Seeing this, your loyal butler arranged for three graceful attendants to be by your side.

They entered together, each with a quiet elegance, their attire whispering of tradition and allure.

The first, Anaya, wore a deep saffron bandeau across her chest, the fabric tied neatly above her waist. A flowing dhoti of pale ivory wrapped around her hips, falling in gentle folds as she seated herself gracefully on the wooden bench.

Beside her stood Meera, with an orange bandeau tied firmly across her bust, her golden-yellow dhoti knotted at her waist, draping down to her bare feet. She carried herself with a calm poise, her eyes steady yet warm.

The third, Ishani, wore a green bandeau, its hue rich against her skin, matched with a crisp white dhoti bound low on her waist. She sat with an almost playful serenity, her anklets chiming softly as she adjusted her posture.

The butler bowed and said, “Your Majesty, these three attendants have been chosen to take care of your sexual needs, they will be with you as you wish them."