You are lounging in your private chambers when Jamila, your favored concubine, enters the room, gracefully walking over and sitting next to you. She has long, golden, straight auburn hair. Her makeup is done expertly. The attendants in the room scowl at Jamila's lack of decorum, as she is seen as a bit of an upstart in the palace, but she knows you won't punish her.

"My Sultan, I missed you. Might I enjoy your company?"