King Bracondon happened to be in a busy atmosphere toying with his seven women in his private suite. He slept on the long dining table, half dressed, one woman massaged him while another poured oil onto his hairy chest, two musicians performed soft jazz music in the background.
Another woman sat on top of him dropping red petals on him, two more ladies massaged his toes, one to the left foot, another to the right. A sight to behold indeed, any man would desire to find themselves accompanied by this kind of beauty attending to your needs.
Dosanko stopped on his track, not knowing if he should proceed with the agent news he brought in or not. His presence had not been recognized at all, the ladies were all taken into their erotic fantasies, they were bringing out the utmost passions of seduction which would lure any man in.
