This one had much talent, and should be the first one chosen, or else it might lead to some complications down the line.

He could not help but smile at what a figure shown through those items she had on that passed for clothes. Yes, he knew the shape of her breasts, their fullness as they pushed forward at the folds of her gown. He could easily see her long legs and splendid thighs, that clear, clear skin. If not for the vital importance of his actions here, tonight might well turn out to be something of a different nature.

This was the "Seraglio" he reminded himself, and such sights were common place, even though admittedly perhaps not in quiet such a package as this one. He had summoned her to him and now her training must begin for there was little time before the dawn came and she would be needed elsewhere.