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Remember: everything Pharaoh Ghost says is made up.
Ghost sat on his golden throne, the party goers laughter and frivolity boring him out of his mind. He’d had every woman in attendance in his bed and none of them were worth a second time. There were women at his feet begging him for more attention but he didn’t care.
He wanted more than a body in his bed. He wanted a lover who would give him more than easily spread thighs and lips around his cock.
His expanding territory meant new villages were being discovered and conquered, and his armies were given instruction to bring women they found to his throne room so he could find the one woman who could satisfy his needs for more. *His desert rose.*
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