Lu Bao P.O.V
Toc, toc!
Someone knocked at the door of my room. I answered, telling whoever it was to give me a minute, though I knew except for Yasir, no one could understand Mandarin.
I was already up and getting ready for the banquet that His Majesty the King of the Bantu people organized in my honor.
I hastened to arrange and wear the nice fabric that I believe a servant hung on the chair in my room while I was sleeping.
I noticed the garment immediately after I opened my eyes. She made sure that I would understand that I had to put it on for the ceremony with His Majesty.
She placed the chair so close to my bed that it was utterly impossible that I wouldn't have seen it and grasped the message.
I was snoozing and according to me, she thought about not disturbing a guest of the mightiest man of the land. However, she had to make sure that I would dress in a way that pleased the King.
Surely if she had failed to do so, His Majesty would have been vexed and out of fury punished her. But luckily for the maid, I was a bright spark and I deduced very easily why the cloth was there in that way.
Finally ready, I opened the door and in front of me were the two marvelous female servants that had taken me to my room upon my arrival.
They were looking more like princesses, to be honest. It was only because they were accoutred in the same way that one could say they were rather maids than members of the royal family.
Of course, no princess would have ever allowed another one or anyone else to steal her spotlight in a public event by wearing the same dress as her.
I followed the two beautiful creatures at the service of His Majesty and we reached a venue that was already crowded. And as you can guess, the invitees looked alike in terms of morphology, skin complexion, and so on, and I was the only yellow man with slanting eyes.
I was impressed, though I tried hard to hide, I won't say my fear, but the shyness that suddenly took hold of me.
His Majesty was draped in another leopard skin robe that looked fresher than the one he had when I met with him the first time.
I bowed before his greatness and as soon as I was done doing so, His Majesty the King of the Bantu people with a sign of the head ordered that the festivities be launched.
Right after, a bewitching beauty popped up from backstage as the royal palace musicians began to play a captivating melody with their flutes.
The woman with devastating jerks of the waists, aroused the sexual appetite of His Majesty, his counselors, the indomitable fighters, and the rest of the men including myself while causing the wariness of the ladies of the Kingdom who feared to lose their husbands or pretendants.
A clamor followed when the belly dancer was done displaying her talent to the guests. Then it was time to fill the stomachs. So His Majesty with another movement of the head commanded that the banquet started.
Without delay, the servants removed the table clothes and revealed the delicacies that were hidden beneath.
They were strange to me but my goodness, they smelled so good that I couldn't resist trying them. I was risking surprising my organism with exotic food and maybe getting intoxication. Nevertheless, the scent was worth it.
Hence, on the invitation of His Majesty to go ahead and serve me, I took some well-fried deer meat and added some salad and boiled rice to my dish.
I then went to sit on a very long table at the other end of the room. After my turn, the King ordered the counselors to go serve themselves, which they did and came to take seats next to me.
Then the King authorized the indomitable fighters to collect food, which they hurried to do and grabbed the biggest chunks of goat meat. And when they finished the self-service, they came to sit on the free chairs after the honorable men of the royal council.
And finally, His Majesty permitted the rest of the guests to take the remaining eatables, which they did but ate on the very same table on which the aliments were laid.
Once His Majesty saw that his guests were cheerfully feasting, he allowed the maids to bring the drinks that they distributed to the attendees in the same order that the food was shared.
That is to say, the servants of the King of the Bantu people started with me, a teenager, then with the advisors of His Majesty, then with the indomitable fighters, and at last the commoners.
His Majesty did neither eat nor drink. He just looked at us having pleasure and when he was satisfied with the unfolding of events, he ultimately stood up to retreat to his private apartments.
The music was paused and we all rose and bowed before the Ruler as he was walking away. Then the party increased in intensity. Women that were more reserved while the King was in the venue, became unrecognizable.
They danced and let some intimate parts of their bodies visible to any eyes. I furtively contemplated the very provocative movements of the ebony-skinned ladies under the laughter of the indomitable fighters.
The night was beautiful and we got tired and drunk. So I was escorted to my room by the servants that were assigned to me.