Game of Chance

You know as well as I do that no one truly owns anyone.

Zain

Hibba

The North

Saba

The night of Lord Zain's grand wedding ball arrived, casting a dazzling glow across the palace. The air was thick with anticipation, and the opulent halls were adorned with rich fabrics, shimmering candlelight, and the intoxicating fragrance of exotic flowers.

Draped in a courtesan's attire that left little to the imagination, Hibba felt a palpable sense of exposure as she lined up with the other girls, led by Kara at the forefront. Each courtesan delicately balanced a plate adorned with exotic drinks as they entered the vast hall. The space was colossal, seemingly endless, with opulent decor and a sea of men and women flaunting expensive, colorful garments and intricate stones that adorned their necks and ears.