Attached Link: Fantasy Harem

The ancient wooden doors swing ponderously open and the master steps through onto tiles worn down by the footsteps of his ancestors. In the midst of the room, knee deep in the sparkling waters of the plunge pool, half hidden in the shadows of the pillars, stands his first wife, beckoning to him, a coy smile on her lips. All around the other twenty giggle behind half raised hands, some laying about on the luxurious cusioned loungers, others sat on the expensively upholstered seats, still more sprawled out on the cool tiled steps, catching the evening breeze as it whispers through the golden latticed windows.....