The room is filled with the scent of sandalwood and the soft murmurs of Arabic whispers. An Arab man, his skin a warm olive, lies back, his eyes closed as he awaits his surprise. The door opens, and in steps a vision of ebony beauty, her skin glistening under the soft light. She approaches, her heels clicking on the marble floor, her hips swaying to an unheard rhythm. She straddles him, her hands on his chest, her fingers tracing the hard muscles. She leans in, her breath hot on his lips, "Are you ready for this, my Arab prince? Are you ready for my black cock?"