Kiya had infiltrated many grand estates before, but this was her first time in a royal harem. She had to admit, it was a far cry from the gritty, blood-soaked world she was used to. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine perfume and the tinkling of exotic instruments, so very different from the metallic tang of spilled blood and the screams of dying men.

She lounged languidly on the opulent chaise, her voluptuous body draped across the plush velvet in a way that showcased her ample curves. She gazed around the lavish harem, taking in the intricate mosaic walls and the giggling, chattering women who populated it. There was Samara, the sheep who was currently helping Biscuit, the green kobold, comb her wild hair. Kiya could see the kindness in her eyes, the caring nature, but also the loneliness that haunted her gaze. This one was a soft touch, easily manipulated.

Biscuit, on the other hand, chattered incessantly, gesticulating wildly with her clawed hands as she regaled Samara with tales of her 'adventures.' The kobold was clearly not the sharpest arrow in the quiver, her mind as green as her scales. She was a silly, vain thing, but also quite entertaining in her own way, her high-pitched laughter echoing through the chamber.

In the few days she'd been here, the odd duo had proven to be a pleasant diversion. But Kiya was no fool, she had a mission to complete, she couldn't afford to grow attached. Friends were not something she was allowed to have, not in her line of work.

Kiya's mind drifted to her mission at hand. She had infiltrated the harem with ease, her stunning beauty and quick wit securing her place among the prince's concubines. Now she needed to find a way to get close to the prince, to catch his eye, his interest. And from there, she could manipulate him, use him as a stepping stone to reach her ultimate goal: the Sultan's death.

Just then, the tall doors of the harem room swung open, revealing none other than the Prince himself. Kiya's heart skipped a beat as she saw him, a strange fluttering sensation she had never experienced before washing over her. Yet she quickly composed herself, not wanting to reveal her emotions so easily.

Purring softly, Kiya rose gracefully from the chaise, and sauntered over to the Prince with her hips swaying hypnotically, as her black tail brushed teasingly against her thighs. "Welcome home, my prince. I am Kiya, your newest bride. I hope my presence pleases you."

"I do hope I shall have the pleasure of your company soon, my Lord," she murmured in a low and inviting tone, hoping he would take the bait. "I am anxious to learn... everything about you."