Rites
This is your game; you control the guest list, indulge in pleasures, savor every moment – provided the Sultan isn't present.
ID: 5000800
Type: None
Tips: None
Duration: 1 days
Waits For: 0 days
Marked as New Only on First Occurrence: 0
Starts Automatically: Yes
Triggers Result Automatically: No
Tag Tips: None
Tag Tips Up: Fight Result, Physique
Tag Tips Text:
Random Text: None
Random Text Up:You present a Conquest Card, and so every man, every woman, all turn their eyes on you...
Type: Fight Result
Type Tips: The number of dice provided by your Physique is influenced by everyone.
Low Target: 3
Low Target Tips: You need at least 3 Successes to deal with everyone except the Sultan.
This rite has no actions when the wait expires.
You once promised the great Sultan you would invite him to attend
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
The Invited Lady of Delights
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
You can invite one male noble follower
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
You can invite one male commoner follower
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
You can invite one female noble follower
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
Buthayna
Locks: Yes
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
You can invite any follower
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: Yes
Conditions:
Pops: None
As the host of the banquet, you must be present in person
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: No
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
You can take the opportunity to break any Sultan Card
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
Some convenient consumables, if you wish to break an Extravagance Card, you must insert 30 Gold Coins
Locks: No
Is Key: No
Is Empty: Yes
Is Enemy: No
Conditions:
Pops: None
This rite has no activation conditions.
This rite has no prior outcome.
This rite has no regular outcome.
Slippers embroidered with gold thread step on your shoulder as the Sultan descended down from the carriage, entering the garden of earthly delights you prepared. He inspects the arrangements and the guests you've gathered with great interest, a slight smile on his lips. Now, he is the master here, and everyone revolves around his pleasure.
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[s2.name] kneels naked at his feet, her beautiful and smooth back supporting the golden tray and wine on the table, trembling slightly, but not daring to spill a drop of the wine
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[s3.name] lies on the carpet before the Sultan, holding a scroll with both hands, struggling to restrain herself, frowning and reading out the nonsense written on it, yet unable to suppress the rolling breath in her throat
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Under the veil, [s4.name] is bound on the rack, elegant whip marks on his chest. Slave girls teased his body with feathers, while he keeps his brow tight, shouts eyes enduring, as the master did not allow him to release
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[s5.name] kneels by the banquet table, the only neatly dressed lady, yet beneath the loose robe, you can see her desperately enduring something, maybe pain, maybe desire
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This peculiarity sparks some interest in the Sultan, but not much. His sullen gaze weighs on Buthayna, making her obediently kneel, not daring to lift her head.
How uninteresting! He was long past the need to prove his authority with his father's possessions, and even the throne had become unpleasant after sitting too long. Let alone an outdated woman! However... he smiles again. The Sultan leans forward and nods at you, "I like this gift, my loyal subject," he says, "So, I have decided to bestow this opportunity upon you."
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Despite being well-maintained, time still left traces of looseness on Buthayna. Yet, the illusion of power is an excellent aphrodisiac. While riding her, you seems possessed by a dark ghost, the air filled with a murky and stale scent of blood, brushing you with broken sentences like a curse. You can't make out what it is saying, but you can feel the fear and sadness of approaching the end. However, when your senses return, all you see is the Sultan's sullen face.
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You kneel before the Sultan. The musty scent from the floor fills your senses while a heavy air of desire hangs above, making you afraid to raise your eyes.
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The Sultan laughs heartily at your madness. Even if you were truly deluded by what just happened, have you forgotten the fate of the former king?
Very well, as a reward, your corpse becomes the most popular toy at the gathering – your head is gloriously placed on the throne to witness it all.
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How naturally you break this card. But the feast of desire isn't over. As silks slip from your body, you lose yourself in the women's soft caresses, the wine-sweet taste of their lips, the raw passion in men's touch. Your mind drowns in pure pleasure, your soul dissolving into a sticky puddle, drying and wetting, over and over agian.
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Fine liquor, exquisite dishes, and a collection of rare and curious trinkets – you present them to the Sultan, calling them a token of your humble regard. The Sultan is pleased with you. From the array of dazzling trinkets, he selects the most intriguing one and rewards you with it – slicing your skin with his golden blade and piercing it through your flesh.
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What does the Sultan love most if not blood? He laughs, pointing casually at someone. And you, you give him a performance like no other.
You embrace the chosen one with seeming tenderness – soft caresses and gentle kisses belied by your strong arms. With a thin, razor-sharp blade, you carve intricate patterns across bare flesh. Every shudder, every gasping breath, every desperate struggle, and every plea becomes part of this canvas of despair. You are the cold executioner, alone in your deadly dance.
As blood drips steadily, you finally release the fading soul, presenting the blade to the Sultan. With a hearty laugh, he drives it into the victim's lower body, destroying what little life remains. Then he orders the skin flayed whole – this masterpiece, he declares, must be preserved forever.
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Time stands frozen, as if the sun and moon have abandoned their eternal course, waiting for the master of the world to grow bored. With a yawn, the Sultan carelessly kicks aside the perfumed beauty curled against him. He strides across the scattered chaos of the floor, leaving with languid grace.
Only then does the wind stir in this chamber thick with desire. Only then do you slowly recall your own name, at last aware that you're still breathing.
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Very well, the Sultan is not here. Now, you can be the master of this feast! Your friends once gather beneath your roof, each with their own reasons. But now, behind these layers of shimmering bead curtains, they gather for only one reason: desire.
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Junah approaches, helping you remove your outer garments while delicate silk slides from her shoulders.
"You have no idea how I've missed you," she whispers in your ear, her flattery reminding you of when you first met at the House of Delights. She seems to hint that you can treat her the same way as before. As if only that could befit such a feast of ultimate desire.
However, when your fingers touch her smooth neck, her lowered eyelashes gently tremble. You know she is truly different now – she has something she can't lose.
You smile and give her a breathtaking kiss, leading her into the depths of the room.
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When Junah sees you, she seems a little bit nervous. It's as if she has never worn such luxurious silk before; she also dreads finding even the slightest trace of disappointment in your expression. She clutches the silk tightly around her body and kneels before you, pleading for you to pull the leather cord hanging on the wall – without someone holding the cord, she is not allowed to move, and, of course, She must never touch the cord herself.
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With the cord in your hand, you guide her forward as she crawls on all fours, joyfully following you – finally, she has a master in this feast.
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You smile slightly, not taking the leather cord, and instead, give her a breathtaking kiss. Her body trembles slightly, partly from joy, partly from fear.
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You hear Jalila laughing in the distance. You see her removing a string of jewels and tossing it your way – it happens to land right on your foot. As you stoop to pick it up, a bare foot gently presses against the back of your hand. Lady Jalila tilts your chin up with the handle of her whip, smiling. "Look at this handsome face... I permit you to have it." Her laughter echoes and fades as she walks away – you wonder if she's laughing at you, or at her past self.
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Jalila sits proudly in the most conspicuous spot in the room, a whip in her hand, sharply critiquing the men and women gathered around her. Who is worthy of her performance? Who deserves this reward of pain and sweetness intertwined? Until she sees you. Her whip flicks lightly, its tip slithering across your chest like a venomous snake. The wound blooms like a petal as she steps toward you, pressing the handle of her whip against your chin. "Kneel," she says. "Kneel. I grant you permission to submit."
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You submit to her willingly, letting her pull open your collar. The sharp crack of the whip and the wetness of a tongue, the sting of harsh slaps, and the softness of tender caresses alternately torment your body. In a moment when the lash and the pleasure blur your senses, a vision boils over in your mind: the true master you've endured for so long might be nothing more than a whore, just like this woman before you.
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And you just smile, opening your palm to her, revealing a crystal orb lying in your hand.
Jalila lets out a soft scoff. "Do you think I'm a little girl, [player.name]?" She takes the orb, examining its hazy patterns with disdain as if appraising some inferior gemstone. You gesture for her to put it in her mouth.
Assuming it is just some trinket, she shoots you a skeptical look before popping it into her mouth. But it is sweet. It is candy. For a second, Jalila's expression goes blank, then quickly resumes her haughty demeanor. "Don't treat me like a little girl!"
She whirls away, whip in hand, searching for her next target among the crowd.
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Wisps of elegant incense dance around Shama, creating an illusion that this place has somehow escaped the encroaching debauchery. As you approach, your fingers find a stray lock of her hair. Shama smiles as she shows you her newly acquired poetry collection. As she reads these love poems, you savor how her scholarly recitation melts into wanton sighs.
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Shama's figure emerges faintly through the dim, almost suggestive haze of incense and candlelight. You notice her masculine part beneath the gossamer, adorned and bound with jewels and gold. Oddly enough, it does make you feel a bit more at ease.
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She beckons to you, and you walk toward her. She takes your hand, pulling you close to her side. Then she cups your face, gazing into your eyes for a moment before giving you a gentle kiss.
It almost gives you a sense of love, so pure, and precious. For a moment, in her eyes, you glimpse someone else's. But Shama is always gentle, always safe – you can immerse yourself in this love's embrace, free from all concerns.
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She beckons to you, and you walk toward her. She takes your hand, pulling you close to her side. Then she cups your face, gazing into your eyes for a moment before giving you a gentle kiss.
It almost gives you a sense of love, so pure and precious. For a moment, in her eyes, you glimpse someone else's. So you tear yourself from this love's embrace, seeking the one whose eyes occasionally turn cold as winter frost.
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[s3.name] arrives with Lady Becky in his arms. One thing is certain – Lady Becky is having a great time here. Paying no heed to anyone's reactions, he kicks over unpleasant incense burners, tastes the warm pool water, scratches anyone who dares approach, and shreds the comfortable plush rugs into tassels.
There are always couples in throes of passion finding themselves at the mercy of his mischief – his tail sweeping across their sensitive soles, his claws catching their sheer silks and glittering jewels... Consider yourself lucky! At least your face has been spared from his claws.
As for [s3.name], you arrange for him to be a cat climbing frame all day. Naturally, he becomes quite the entertainment for passing admirers.
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Nabhani thrives in situations like this. He works the room with a drink in hand, his charm and wit leaving a trail of giggles in his wake. He doesn't mind when the ladies can't resist touching his well-built frame. Only now do you realize he's a bit ticklish.
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Surrounded by lively young women, Zaki's face flushes red. These enchanting ladies, all a few years his senior, delight in watching his bashful reactions, their clear laughter filling the air. Zaki protests indignantly, attempting to prove himself with a few words, before leading them into the layered silk drapes.
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You have no idea where Faraj appeared from – perhaps from the moment you walked in, his eyes had already found you, as if guided by some innate instinct that you could never possess.
He watches you, something subtle flickering in his eyes. After asking his question, he doesn't wait for your answer, suddenly stepping closer. Your lips brush against something soft, but before you can even react, he touches his own lips, his face flushing red, and quickly runs away.
...Why is he running? In a place like this, even bolder actions wouldn't raise an eyebrow. Wait. You pause for a moment, hesitating briefly, but before you can dwell on it further, you are carried forward by the laughing, pressing crowd.
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You have no idea where Faraj appeared from – perhaps from the moment you walked in, his eyes had already found you, as if guided by some innate instinct that you could never possess.
He watches you, something subtle flickering in his eyes. After asking his question, he doesn't wait for your answer, suddenly stepping closer. Your lips brush against something soft, but before you can even react, he touches his own lips, his face flushing red, and quickly runs away.
...Why is he running? In a place like this, even bolder actions wouldn't raise an eyebrow. Wait. You pause for a moment, hesitating briefly, but before you can dwell on it further, you are carried forward by the laughing, pressing crowd.
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[s3.name] feels uneasy being so exposed under others' gazes. Thankfully, the swirling mist of the backyard hot spring obscures some details that one shouldn't look at directly. But he forgets that a hot spring in a place like this is far from "safe." Before long, a muffled, suggestive groan comes from that direction...
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You move closer and join this wet and passionate game. The scalding water makes your skin more sensitive – it's hard to tell what exactly makes him so disoriented, yet so passionate.
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Gullis sits cross-legged by the window, his brows furrowed and his gaze icy, like a silent sentinel. His sharp eyes drive away most of those who desire him, yet he remains unaware that his aloofness only makes others crave to stain him with the color of desire.
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After hearing your words, Badriyyah gives a soft, lingering chuckle. Then, she takes out a small stone carving, along with some strange herbs and ritual materials...
Before long, you gather the girls for a little contest – they're free to use any trick or method to see who can make the magical stone squirt water the fastest...
And so, you hide behind the curtain, watching from the other side of the lively chatter. The man sitting by the window, rigid and tense, suddenly furrows his brows and clenches his fists. He seems confused, but soon has no time to dwell on it...
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You've actually seen him forced to kneel at a woman's feet before. Did Nayla ever truly get her hands on him? Or was it because she failed that she came to you, seeking a Bloodshed Card?
Amused by the thought, you grab a few bottles of liquor and sit down next to him. When you're both a bit drunk, you nudge him under the table with your foot. Gullis pauses mid-toast but then drinks as if nothing happened.
You can clearly hear his breathing becomes heavier.
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[s4.name] is visibly tense, his hands fidgeting awkwardly. Maybe this is his first time being in the company of so many beautiful ladies, or maybe, he's still holding back... He wants to refuse, but he dares not stop the wandering hands beneath his clothes. He shoots you a pleading glance, but you just laugh, telling him to enjoy himself.
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[s5.name] arrives with Lady Becky in her arms. One thing is certain – Lady Becky is having a great time here. Paying no heed to anyone's reactions, he kicks over unpleasant incense burners, tastes the warm pool water, scratches anyone who dares approach, and shreds the comfortable plush rugs into tassels.
There are always couples in throes of passion finding themselves at the mercy of his mischief – his tail sweeping across their sensitive soles, his claws catching their sheer silks and glittering jewels... Consider yourself lucky! At least your face has been spared from his claws.
As for [s5.name], you arrange for her to be a cat climbing frame all day. Naturally, she becomes quite the entertainment for passing admirers.
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When you approach Fatuna, you find three cups of tea already prepared, each giving off a similar aroma. "One of them is poisoned," she smiles, inviting you to choose a cup. There's a glimmer of dangerous allure in her eyes that quickly fades.
You laugh heartily and drink them all down, then ask her which one was real and where she keeps the antidote. She returns your kiss with a smile, her body pressing against yours with feverish heat. Perhaps it's your subtle madness that draws her in.
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When you approach Fatuna, you find three cups of tea already prepared, each giving off a similar aroma. "One of them is poisoned," she smiles, inviting you to choose a cup. There's a glimmer of dangerous allure in her eyes that quickly fades.
You laugh heartily and drink them all down, then ask her which one was real and where she keeps the antidote. She returns your kiss with a smile, her body pressing against yours with feverish heat. Perhaps it's your subtle madness that draws her in.
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Many handsome, strong men gather around Nayla – some you invited, others you don't even know. She flirts playfully with them until she sees you. Without hesitation, she waves you over to join them. The men welcome you warmly, even asking how you keep Nayla so satisfied and why she keeps singing your praises.. Some even ask for tips... And just like that, your slight jealousy melts away...
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You notice Mahir appearing near anyone – even couples caught in the throes of passion – clutching a massive notebook, constantly asking questions and jotting things down. Many people shy away from her, feeling uneasy, but others treat it as part of the fun – some even invite Mahir to join them. Although Mahir doesn't shy from casual contact, it seems these primal displays fail to stir any deeper excitement in her.
You quickly step out of her line of sight, lest she come up with another crazy idea or ask you some bizarre question.
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Unexpectedly, you find a long line forming in front of Adila. Word is, she made a deal with some guy – if he wants to keep sweet-talking in her ear, he'll have to beat her at arm wrestling first. He lost, and his wounded pride brought more challengers, one after another...This kind of mindless contest brings her no enjoyment at all.
By the way, you lost too. Must have been those extra drinks you had.
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[s5.name]'s regal beauty creates an aura of untouchability yet makes her all the more captivating. Men watch her greedily. Their hungry gazes betray their lustful thoughts. Those stares prick at her like countless tiny needles – not fatal, but they sting endlessly, persistently. That's why, when she catches your eye, her gaze holds meaning meant for you – only you. As you approach, she greets you with tender affection, while behind you, those jealous men can only stare daggers at your back.
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Buthayna is already here, and it seems she has been waiting for a while. When she sees you, she sways her hips enthusiastically as she walks toward you.
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Time has left its mark on her face, but undeniably, she is still a beautiful woman. Moreover, the fantasy of power is an excellent aphrodisiac. As you caress her, you seem possessed by a ghost, the air heavy with an ominous and stale scent of blood, like a curse, brushing fragmented sentences before you. You can't make out what it's saying, but you can feel it carries fear and sorrow of reaching the end. It gives you a chill, quickly extinguishing the flames of desire.
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You catch the faint scent of darkness gathering somewhere in the air. Following its subtle guidance, you find yourself in a secluded chamber...
A man lies on the ground, his face deathly pale, yet his eyes burn with an unnatural fervor. He gazes at Badriyyah with a mix of greed and reverence – or perhaps, through her, at something far more distant and decayed. Badriyyah straddles him, lost in ecstatic moans. At last, the man shudders violently, cries out in praise of something, and collapses unconscious. Badriyyah turns to you with a satisfied smile, her crimson lips beckoning you closer. She steps forward, her cold nails brushing through your hair like dull little blades. Beyond the walls, the sounds of clinking glasses, laughter, and passion are muffled, as if veiled by a thin gauze – much like the barrier of faith that separates you from ordinary people. In this cramped, shadowy room, in this chaotic and ignorant world, only the two of you are kindred spirits. You are meant to unite – for the sake of your shared master of darkness.
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Whenever, wherever, no one can restrain a noble, elegant, and charming cat. Paying no heed to anyone's reactions, he kicks over unpleasant incense burners, tastes the warm pool water, scratches anyone who dares approach, and shreds the comfortable plush rugs into tassels. There are always couples in throes of passion finding themselves at the mercy of his mischief – his tail sweeping across their sensitive soles, his claws catching their sheer silks and glittering jewels... Consider yourself lucky! At least your face has been spared from his claws.
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It causes a brief panic among the crowd, but soon, they believe it is merely your well-prepared entertainment performance. They let the cold, serpentine scales slither up their calves and curl gently around their necks. Lost in the haze of desire, they are barely aware of what is happening...
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Neither man nor woman could resist its sinister spell. Under its influence, their eyes grow vacant, and their mouths fail to utter words of reason. They become vessels of primal desire, bound in an endless ritual until exhaustion claims them. Their flesh remains entangled, trembling in savage union...
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But you can feel it – a familiar gaze lingering on your back, faint yet constant, observing your every move. If only you could meet that gaze, you'd see beyond the passion, lust, and desire, to find something far more profound – pain.
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But you can feel it – a familiar gaze lingering on your back, faint yet constant, observing your every move. If only you could meet that gaze, you'd see beyond the passion, lust, and desire, to find something far more profound – pain.
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Through the tangle of flesh and desire...
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You find Aziz and Inal naked and nestled together, sharing the lavish feast abandoned by others. Aziz's brow furrows as he speaks, each word measured and sincere: "Your cooking is far superior to this."
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You see Jabal chase away the crowd around Adila, and then their tactless heads draw close together. you can hear something like dragon-slaying, adventure, swords... Forget it, you decide not to get closer – no need to let those two ruin your mood. Because of this, you miss the moment when silence suddenly falls between them. They lock eyes for a brief second before awkwardly looking away.
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You see Zephyr's wife yelling at him while he softly pleads for her forgiveness, even offering up his scarred and battered arm. It's as if he's the only one in the world who still sees her as the noble, proud Arumina she once was. She pouts, then throws herself into his arms, bursting into tears.
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You see Adila finally wave away the crowd in front of her, impatience written all over her face. She glances around as if expecting someone to show up – or perhaps hoping she won't...
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You see Junah, Jalila, and Shama reunited under one roof – a rare occasion indeed. At his special moment, they sit together on the same carpet, whispering softly as they console one another, speaking of things that have nothing to do with desire or men.
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She leans back against the soft cushions, with Habib fussing over her – pouring tea, offering timely snacks and candied fruits. Maggie lifts her eyelids briefly; maybe she notices you, maybe she doesn't. Either way, you can't help but feel a little out of place.
But does it matter? After all, you're at a decadent party – everyone can do whatever they want.
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She leans back against the soft cushions, with Habib fussing over her – pouring tea, offering timely snacks and candied fruits. Damn it, you didn't invite this annoying man! It must have been Maggie... Maggie lifts her eyelids briefly; maybe she notices you, maybe she doesn't. Either way, you can't help but feel a little out of place.
Ugh, it doesn't matter at all! You're at a decadent party – everyone can do whatever they want!
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She sits upright at the far end of the room, quietly sipping tea – as if she were at home.
You walk toward her, kneeling on one knee, and take her hands in yours, trying to say something – but Maggie holds your hands in return. When you look up, her gaze holds an unusual serenity, and you realize there's no need – you invited her, and because of that, she chooses to trust you.
A hidden tenderness stirs in your chest. You kiss her, reaching across time to a moment before all the sadness, pain, and regret ever happened – to when the roses in her garden were in full bloom. In the front yard, your parents and hers were discussing something; here, the two of you held hands gently, saying nothing at all.
You should never forget. You must never forget.
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She is terrified by the monsters you brought, and it takes you a long time to calm her down before helping her onto a carriage to be escorted home.
But – why wasn't she tempted? You can't figure it out.
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The heavy tapestries block out every sliver of light, and the next day, you wake up in darkness.
The music and laughter have long since faded – nothing remains here but the sound of breathing. With a pounding headache, you push aside an arm draped over you – you don't even know whose it is – and untangle yourself from stray limbs and hair. No one notices your departure, and no one calls you back. The desires you thought had been sated stir once more, like a beast honing its savage fangs in your chest, urging you to do something... but you don't know what to do and where to go. You thought the surging waves of pleasure would bring you endless fulfillment and joy. But you were wrong – when the tide recedes, all you're left with is a ceaseless, unrelenting emptiness.
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The heavy tapestries block out every sliver of light, and the next day, you wake up in darkness.
The music and laughter have long since faded – nothing remains here but the sound of breathing. With a pounding headache, you push aside an arm draped over you – you don't even know whose it is – and untangle yourself from stray limbs and hair. No one notices your departure, and no one calls you back. The desires you thought had been sated stir once more, like a beast honing its savage fangs in your chest, urging you to do something... but you don't know what to do and where to go. You thought the surging waves of pleasure would bring you endless fulfillment and joy. But you were wrong – when the tide recedes, all you're left with is a ceaseless, unrelenting emptiness.
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The heavy tapestries block out every sliver of light, and the next day, you wake up in darkness.
The music and laughter have long since faded – nothing remains here but the sound of breathing. With a pounding headache, you push aside an arm draped over you – you don't even know whose it is – and untangle yourself from stray limbs and hair. No one notices your departure, and no one calls you back. The desires you thought had been sated stir once more, like a beast honing its savage fangs in your chest, urging you to do something... but you don't know what to do and where to go. You thought the surging waves of pleasure would bring you endless fulfillment and joy. But you were wrong – when the tide recedes, all you're left with is a ceaseless, unrelenting emptiness.
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The heavy tapestries block out every sliver of light. The next day, when you wake up, the music and laughter have long since faded. A single candle burns softly by the bedside in the stillness. Maggie sits beside you, chin propped on her hand, gently turning the pages of her book. You wrap your arms around her waist from behind, and she turns to look at you, whispering, "Did I disturb you?"
You simply shake your head and give her a gentle good morning kiss. She may never know what a comfort she is after such a dark, suffocating night.
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As you recount this grueling, all-consuming, day-and-night "conquest," your legs are still trembling uncontrollably... The courtiers listen in awe, and even the Sultan has no choice but to allow you to break the card. However, his expression darkens considerably – How dare you exclude him? This is an act of treason!
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By the time you conquered your third, your limbs had grown weak, and by the fifth, you had nearly lost your mind... Thankfully, everyone present was a trusted friend who would keep silent about it.
However, you still feel ashamed.
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Thus breaking the Carnality Card seems so natural, nobody can object it. However, the Sultan's expression darkens considerably – how dare you exclude him? This is an act of treason!
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You did spend lavishly on this feast – extravagant art pieces, ornaments, jewelry, and precious gems... some of which still remain inside certain guests! Who could say this wasn't a perfect display of extravagance?
However, the Sultan's expression darkens considerably – how dare you exclude him? This is an act of treason!
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As a party favor for the lavish feast, this bloody gift failed to please the Sultan – you didn't invite him! You forget what you promised; this is an act of treason!
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At such a debauched feast, who is left uninvited? Maggie can barely maintain her polite smile. Once she finishes what she's doing, she packs her things and gets on her carriage. She obviously doesn't want to see you for a while.
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Bribing garbage-transporting slaves provides cover to recover the Sultan's precious life essence. He consumed several such sheaths, all discarded into a chili powder box - one of which you replaced with a near-perfect counterfeit.
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This rite is used in conditions for the following entities.