Herein lies an archway covered in bas relief sculpture of incubi and succubi coupling with humans. There is an ornate brass gate. It is swung wide for you.
You are outside on a moonlit path through the dunes. You follow the silver-lit pathway through the oasis. There is a stand of Date Palms to the left, you hear many women softly crying. A bronze plaque informs you it is the Grotto of Weeping Veils.
Why do they morn so? Has Master forsaken them? Does he not punish them delightfully? Perhaps you will go and see.
But wait, approaching is a man on a fine steed. He is leading a dozen women who are scantily clad. Each is bound to the other by a long chain of pure silver that runs from collar to collar. Several stout eunuchs walk alongside the caravan guarding this priceless cargo with scimitars drawn.
The caravan leader hails you, "Hurry, it is almost midnight and the market will open. All your needs may be answered there."
You follow behind the caravan and over the next dune you see a nighttime spectacle to delight your eye. You move down into the milling crowds and enter
The Midnight Bazaar of Fleshly Delights.