Pasha Kayla Kayla looked out over the blissful port before her. The golden-red rays of the setting sun cast a scintillating mirror image on the calm sea. It was a portrait of beauty, as were most sunsets from the Pasha's grand villa. A bustle of slaves worked diligently on her person, from the grooming of her hair to the painting of her nails, applying the most expensive of makeup and perfume to her body and adorning her in the rarest of Naeralith's jewellery. Drawing her gaze away from the serene horizon, Kayla brought herself out of her private contemplation. With a frustrated rush of hands, she released herself from her fussing slaves and made her wayPasha Kayla by ~Alzara
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