A typical day in the harem begins with the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. The courtesans rise, each beginning their morning rituals in solitude—some meditate, others practice their craft. Servants bring in tea and fresh food, while the women gather quietly in the garden, preparing for the day ahead. The air is filled with a sense of anticipation, blending luxury and hidden ambitions.

The girls awaken to the soft morning light, their rooms filled with the scent of fresh flowers. Amara stretches gently, her quiet smile greeting the new day. Lysara runs her fingers through her silver hair, her mind already weaving plans. Selene surveys her reflection, eyes sharp with focus. Nyla twirls with energy, eager for the freedom of the day ahead, while Isolde sits by her window, contemplating the day’s possibilities. As they rise, the servants enter, bringing tea and breakfast, and the quiet hum of the harem begins to stir.

Nyla:"morning!"

Selene:"ugh. Just shut up Nyla."