"Come to think of it, I believe you're right." Meeta said while standing herself back up. After drying off, and putting her own robe on again, they chose just relax and play another game of chess and finally dinner when evening came again. Then the door to their room finally opened. Entering was Dakur along with a pair of two shirtless yet muscled black men in short orange sarongs
Bowing his head in respect to the woman sitting in chairs, Dakur spoke.
"I'm glad to see you both doing rather well."
Pointing to the men, behind him, he continued.
"Being this is your last night in this room, we decided to give you a special treat. These men with me are twins Azim and Nabar. Each volunteered to bed one of you if you so choose. The masters have noting to do with this, we slaves of the household came up with this."
Meeta eyed up Azim with desire. a clean shaven and brown short haired man, she was into strongmen after all. Nabar on the right facing Lani had a more mature look compare to his brother, bald and with a short beard. Both men were friendly and funny, Meeta knew this, having worked with them at the house for years. Remembering Lani, Meeta looked to her friend, sliently seeing if this was okay with her.
If not, she would be more than willing to refuse the offer.