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..."

Nawfal approaches with a furrowed brow, his expression mixing pity with disgust. "Such deplorable degradation. You, a minister of state, debasing yourself in this depraved spectacle... Aren't you concerned this might become political leverage against you? Your childishness and indulgence astound me. Has the Sultan's game transformed you, or merely revealed your true character? Consider these coins payment for your 'services.' Madam, allow [player.name] to leave - he doesn't belong in the House of Delights." He hands Jalila several gold pieces before dismissing the slaves behind you... The atmosphere shifts; the audience holds its collective breath. Jalila stands uncertainly with the gold coins, unsure how to proceed...

You refuse to lose face to Nawfal or owe him another favor! You eloquently explain your participation's purpose: these Ladies of Delights possess unique intelligence, demonstrating your willingness to participate lowers the Sultan's guard, and, well, it was Nabhani's idea anyway, plus you wanted to improve these women's circumstances... Your brazen justifications stun both Nawfal and the audience. While he contemplates his response, stroking his chin, you step forward and grasp his shoulders, reminding him of where you are and what you're doing...

Nawfal flees in panic, abandoning even his three gold coins... Now you can continue your performance, but at least you didn't surrender to Nawfal.

Conditions:

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

Your pride makes a token protest, but practical concerns prevail as you tearfully clutch Nawfal's leg... He practically drags you from the House of Delights while disappointed clients curse your departure, but you've escaped this ordeal.

Conditions:

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

Result:

• Adjust Tag (lock_85) of Slot #4: Remove 1
• Counter (7100004): Remove 1
• 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.

Conditions:

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

Result:

• Adjust Tag (lock_85) of Slot #4: Remove 1
• Coins: 5

Action:

• Rite: Master of Revels