Amanda’s POV.
“Hey, you!” A female’s voice has me looking up from the work I was trying to do and then to her.
Like all the female’s in the king’s harem, she was dressed in long gown made of light fabric that was mostly see through, the gown itself barely barely covered her up, the neckline nearly fell to her waist, the slits went up both sides to her hips and the back was as low as the neckline, her face was done up in seductive make up and her hair fell to her waist in shiny waves. She was beautiful, they all were. But the stares and glances they kept on tossing my way didn’t make them look very beautiful, still, they ignored me mostly and I ignored them.
It was demeaning enough that I had to clean up after them, dealing with their bitchy behaviours certainly wouldn’t help bandage up
