He wasn't a pig. Really, he wasn't! But he wasn't also going to lie and say that he wasn't looking at her silhouette as she changed behind the cloth partition. She had a lovely body, he thought and wondered then what a fool Abd-meht was to have so carelessly thrown it away. Perhaps he didn't. The sin of adultery, was so lovingly branded on women who were unfaithful, when there were just as many men, if not more, who deserved the punishment worse. Anran couldn't be one to judge. He was not married, nor did he think it was likely. Even after all these years of his servitude being over, he was still becoming accustomed to the riches, the privileges, the power that came with it all. He was a Freeman...a luxury more precious than all the money in the world. And yet, with it, he knew there was still a world beyond it that he was still coming to terms with understanding. The game of princes, power, pleasure, and treachery, was not one for idle players.
"I found some. Here, These are of jade and turqoise stones. Try them," he said, handing the piercings from the side of the partition.