These beings were the eternal servants of the gods, their very existence bound to the whims and needs of the divine. They moved with a fluid grace that belied their size, each motion perfectly attuned to the desires of their masters, often before those desires were even expressed.
In the chamber, several Laikgars attended to the goddess with unwavering devotion.
Two female Laikgars, their statuesque bodies barely covered, stood silently behind Kamlham. Their eyes, dark and fathomless, remained fixed on some middle distance, ever alert for the slightest indication that their mistress might require their services. Their figure was like a work of art, voluptuous and alluring.
At the foot of Eomoriel's sumptuous bed, two male Laikgars knelt in supplication. Their strong, deft hands worked tirelessly, massaging her feet with oils.
