The concubines, their faces veiled, their bodies draped in sheer silks, perform a ritualistic dance, their movements slow and sensuous. The room is filled with the soft tinkling of bells tied to their ankles, the scent of sandalwood and incense, and the hushed whispers of their prayers. As the dance intensifies, so does the heat in the room, the concubines' breath coming in short gasps, their bodies pressed together, their hands roaming, exploring, their desire for each other palpable. The dance reaches its crescendo, and the concubines, their bodies slick with sweat and desire, collapse onto the plush cushions, their eyes heavy-lidded, their bodies ready for the pleasures that the night promises.