The slaves position your body for display, showing off your muscles, buttocks, face, thighs, and even opening your mouth to showcase your teeth to the audience below.

So this is how it feels to be treated as merchandise, the daily experience these women endure...

Before you can reflect further, Jalila announces loudly -

"And this noble gentleman's client shall be..."

Shama approaches, gently stroking your face before handing three gold coins to Jalila.

"What a fine specimen. Is he new? I've never seen him before," she asks. "With merchandise this quality, why wasn't I informed sooner?"

"We needed to properly vet him before recommending him to you! He looks promising, but if he harbored any unpleasantness that might displease you, wouldn't that be unforgivable?" Jalila mimics Madame Buthayna's mannerisms, using the whip handle as a fan to hide half her face. "Now that he's properly cleaned, we've brought him straight to you. Try him - guaranteed tender inside and out, perfectly moist!"

The audience erupts with laughter as they perfectly mimic the typical exchange between patrons and madams. Only now, you're the commodity being appraised like livestock, not some unfortunate girl.

Shama smiles, lifting your chin with one finger.

"I prefer men with minds... not just prattling about fabrics and jewels. I hope you're such a man - when I indulge, I like my mind stimulated as well as my body. My noble bloodline demands such refined pleasures."

The audience nearly collapses with laughter - then Shama casually takes Jalila's whip, teasing your manhood while effortlessly discussing politics, history, and astronomy...

You struggle against overwhelming pleasure - she's clearly masterful - while desperately trying to maintain intelligent conversation...

You maintain your composure.

Before reaching your peak, you elegantly recount all former sultans' names and accomplishments, cleverly weaving in their preferences for women (or men). Your delivery captivates even the audience below.

When Shama briefly pauses, you time your release perfectly. For someone who rarely shows surprise, her "My goodness, I didn't expect that!" represents the highest praise a companion could receive.

You bow your head, breathing heavily, perfectly demonstrating how her skillful manipulation has conquered you; Shama is thoroughly satisfied with your performance.

Before departing, she whispers in your ear:

"You're perfectly suited for this profession... I see now - serving as the Sultan's favorite courtier isn't so different from this work, is it?"

The slaves clean you and the stage as Shama winks before leaving.

Conditions:

• Roll #1: Tag Count (Wisdom) + Tag Count (Sociability) ≥ (3, 5)

Shama's expert technique leaves you delirious. Your blood rushes below, leaving little for your brain. You mumble incoherent answers, responding with "Yes, yes... but..." only focused on release, hoping her hand continues...

Your performance perfectly embodies this game's purpose - complete humiliation.

"You truly are an idiot, aren't you?" Shama giggles while the audience nods agreement. "Well then, idiot, pathetic men always trade their dignity for these brief moments of pleasure."

She intensifies her movements, firmly squeezing you - and you surrender completely.

The audience snickers as your standing diminishes before their eyes...

Shama gives you one contemptuous glance before departing.

Conditions:

• Roll #1: Tag Count (Wisdom) + Tag Count (Sociability) < (3, 5)

Result:

• Counter (7100003): Remove 1

Clients come and go throughout the day... Eventually you collapse on stage, utterly spent, filthy and sticky with various fluids, clothes torn to rags. You look like a discarded plaything while everyone watching appears more dignified than you. The physical abuse would be bad enough, but having your pride repeatedly ground beneath their heels is worse. Your former self could never have imagined such torment - yet for the women who work here, this suffering is merely routine.

Jalila stands over you, lightly flicking her whip across your skin. From your feeble response, she determines you can "work" no more.

"That concludes our entertainment for today! Distinguished guests and worthless dogs alike - did you enjoy yourselves?"

The audience roars with approval.

You drift into unconsciousness from exhaustion... When you awaken, you're in your mansion bedroom, thoroughly cleaned, with your "earnings" placed beside you.

By unspoken agreement, no one ever mentions this game again.

Result:

• Adjust Tag (lock_85) of Slot #4: Remove 1
• Coins: 3

Action:

• Rite: Master of Revels