Yazid snapped his fingers once more, leading Amit to hastily run back to the prior room where they waited to be seen by Cyrus. In only a minute or two, Amit returned, his hands occupied by the end of a length of rope. Cyrus' eyes followed the rope, seeing it tied around the hands of one sc.r.a.ppy looking man, followed by another, and yet another. Ten men appeared, followed by four women behind them. Each only wore a brief cloth to s.h.i.+eld their genitals, as well as sandals, but that was all. Even the women were topless.

"May I present, sire, an offering of flesh and toil for our Great King. These slaves were taken in battle by the tribe of Tamim not much more than a single full moon ago. There are ten strapping men, capable of working in the fields, and four young women, capable of being body slaves for your household. Of course, your royal highness may utilize them as you see fit," said Yazid, holding his hands aloft to point at the slaves.

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Cyrus leered down at the slaves, thankful for more additions to the royal household. He will have need for loyal slaves once he established himself in the capital, as he certainly couldn't use the ones that were now sworn to obey his brother. The men would work the fields, and perhaps the women may find themselves in the royal harem. Cyrus noticed one particular good looking woman, third in line, with an incredible bust and large nipples. He looked over at Papak, and mouthed the number 'three' to him. Papak understood, having been on the receiving end of this ritual many times before.

"This is excellent, n.o.ble Yazid, and you'll find much gratefulness from the house of Cyrus for such a gift. A man can never have enough slaves!" Cyrus watched as Papak recorded them into inventory. When he reached the third slave woman in line, she was carefully directed towards the tent that housed the harem, while all the others went to the slave quarters outside the tent.

"Indeed, your royal highness. We are glad to make such an offering. Slaves of this quality will serve your house greatly. In more ways than one," added Yazid, noticing the woman that was separated from the rest. He could only guess that she would be on her back by nightfall.

"Very well, Yazid, I must be going soon. Come, let's share your final gift, so that I may attend to other matters."