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Earlier in the day, Mafdet sent word to the temple of Hathor for aid in the form a potion that could help a pleasure worker. Nesha has not worked long as a pleasure worker before her pregnancy, which Mafdet has seen many times before during her years in Mansa. Pleasure Houses were their own world with their own rules that was all too familiar to Mafdet. She understood that Nesha had a choice to make, but whatever it was quickly had to make it where she could return to work. Mafdet was a little too invested with an employee of her patron, but Mafdet once lived Nesha’s life. Mafdet now lived a rich woman’s lifestyle, and per Atenotep’s request she became more than a pleasure worker as it was her past. Helping Nesha felt right to do and whether it bothered her patron or not, Mafdet will see to her recovery. Sadly, not every pregnant woman in Pleasure Houses could be helped, but where Mafdet was in the position to help she would.
Mafdet stood upon her overlook, both Ata and Kissa at her heels poised as they looked forward. The tall woman crossed her arms as she awaited patiently for her parcel from the Temple. Mafdet sighed as she turned to walk besides, before descending her dried mud stairs to eventually find her way outside. The parcel she desired was an ingredient for an abortion tonic, which would complete the request Nesha asked of Mafdet. Nesha had to make her choice and Mafdet wanted to provide her the options of easing the sickness or use the abortion tonic.
The wealthy woman wore a beaded wig in soft brown kalasaris and adorned with lapis lazuli gems, her eyeshadow filled with green malachite and her lids lined with kohl for makeup. In between her thighs, Mafdet always kept a sheathed dagger for tight situations, and she understands what kind of dangers could lurks about. Still, she awaited the arrival of her very important ingredient.
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Earlier in the day, Mafdet sent word to the temple of Hathor for aid in the form a potion that could help a pleasure worker. Nesha has not worked long as a pleasure worker before her pregnancy, which Mafdet has seen many times before during her years in Mansa. Pleasure Houses were their own world with their own rules that was all too familiar to Mafdet. She understood that Nesha had a choice to make, but whatever it was quickly had to make it where she could return to work. Mafdet was a little too invested with an employee of her patron, but Mafdet once lived Nesha’s life. Mafdet now lived a rich woman’s lifestyle, and per Atenotep’s request she became more than a pleasure worker as it was her past. Helping Nesha felt right to do and whether it bothered her patron or not, Mafdet will see to her recovery. Sadly, not every pregnant woman in Pleasure Houses could be helped, but where Mafdet was in the position to help she would.
Mafdet stood upon her overlook, both Ata and Kissa at her heels poised as they looked forward. The tall woman crossed her arms as she awaited patiently for her parcel from the Temple. Mafdet sighed as she turned to walk besides, before descending her dried mud stairs to eventually find her way outside. The parcel she desired was an ingredient for an abortion tonic, which would complete the request Nesha asked of Mafdet. Nesha had to make her choice and Mafdet wanted to provide her the options of easing the sickness or use the abortion tonic.
The wealthy woman wore a beaded wig in soft brown kalasaris and adorned with lapis lazuli gems, her eyeshadow filled with green malachite and her lids lined with kohl for makeup. In between her thighs, Mafdet always kept a sheathed dagger for tight situations, and she understands what kind of dangers could lurks about. Still, she awaited the arrival of her very important ingredient.
Earlier in the day, Mafdet sent word to the temple of Hathor for aid in the form a potion that could help a pleasure worker. Nesha has not worked long as a pleasure worker before her pregnancy, which Mafdet has seen many times before during her years in Mansa. Pleasure Houses were their own world with their own rules that was all too familiar to Mafdet. She understood that Nesha had a choice to make, but whatever it was quickly had to make it where she could return to work. Mafdet was a little too invested with an employee of her patron, but Mafdet once lived Nesha’s life. Mafdet now lived a rich woman’s lifestyle, and per Atenotep’s request she became more than a pleasure worker as it was her past. Helping Nesha felt right to do and whether it bothered her patron or not, Mafdet will see to her recovery. Sadly, not every pregnant woman in Pleasure Houses could be helped, but where Mafdet was in the position to help she would.
Mafdet stood upon her overlook, both Ata and Kissa at her heels poised as they looked forward. The tall woman crossed her arms as she awaited patiently for her parcel from the Temple. Mafdet sighed as she turned to walk besides, before descending her dried mud stairs to eventually find her way outside. The parcel she desired was an ingredient for an abortion tonic, which would complete the request Nesha asked of Mafdet. Nesha had to make her choice and Mafdet wanted to provide her the options of easing the sickness or use the abortion tonic.
The wealthy woman wore a beaded wig in soft brown kalasaris and adorned with lapis lazuli gems, her eyeshadow filled with green malachite and her lids lined with kohl for makeup. In between her thighs, Mafdet always kept a sheathed dagger for tight situations, and she understands what kind of dangers could lurks about. Still, she awaited the arrival of her very important ingredient.
Nafretiri thought nothing of delivering opium to a pleasure house. She just thought that maybe the women or their partners- or both- were somewhat adventurous in their sexual encounters. Though, in general, due to her horrible past experience and the added temptation her beauty might pose, another priestess usually went with her, when she had to go at all.
Today, however, the other priestesses were busy with other things, some of them doing research or copying documents in the House of Life. Nafretiri was wary of being alone, but there was no help for it, so she just put her shawl over her head to cover her hair, though she did not usually do so, even for public ceremonies. In truth, it was little enough protection, but it might be all she could do. At least presumably none of the pleasure workers would recognize her, and even then, they had likely only seen her from a distance in a ceremony. Her footsteps were tentative, but she held her head high as she approached the pleasure house. She was about halfway there when she heard a voice behind her.
"Returning from work, sweetheart? I've had my fun, but I can have some more," he slurred. "And you'll have more money that way."
Nafretiri turned pale, though she wasn't trying to, of course. She turned and was about to kick the man when he grinned. "A fighting spirit, hmmm? I admire that in my women."
"I'm not a pleasure worker. I'm from the temple of Hathor."
He grinned even wider at this news. "Well then, so much the better. They're probably trained even more than the pleasure workers here- or perhaps I should say that it's possible some pleasure workers used to be Hathor priestesses."
She stiffened and tried to back up. "Get away! I will choose my own partners if and when I desire sexual intercourse, and the drunk ones aren't my type," she said bluntly. "I prefer someone who has full control of their senses."
The man only moved closer, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her close to him.
"My senses are just fine, my sweet. They tell me you smell terrific," he said as he wrapped an arm tightly about her and began to fondle her breasts with the other hand.
"Let go of me, or I know how to make you!" She tried to knee him in the crotch, but he backed up a little, though he did not let go, and she kicked only the air.
"Nice try, sweetheart, but even that doesn't always drop a man," he sneered.
She heard other laughter behind her too, then. "Little snob! Doesn't know a rich fellow when she sees one, apparently." Even a woman who really was returning from outside work joined in the taunting. "That's all right, honey, I can teach you a thing or two, and then next time will be much better!"
"I- I- we didn't-" Nafretiri stuttered. "I'm from the temple of Hathor, I swear it! I'm here for Mafdet!" It was doing no good when even the pleasure worker laughed at her....
Gods help me. I don't think I can bear it- again! She was too scared by now to even form the words. She would have to pray the thought would be enough for the gods to come to her aid.
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Nafretiri thought nothing of delivering opium to a pleasure house. She just thought that maybe the women or their partners- or both- were somewhat adventurous in their sexual encounters. Though, in general, due to her horrible past experience and the added temptation her beauty might pose, another priestess usually went with her, when she had to go at all.
Today, however, the other priestesses were busy with other things, some of them doing research or copying documents in the House of Life. Nafretiri was wary of being alone, but there was no help for it, so she just put her shawl over her head to cover her hair, though she did not usually do so, even for public ceremonies. In truth, it was little enough protection, but it might be all she could do. At least presumably none of the pleasure workers would recognize her, and even then, they had likely only seen her from a distance in a ceremony. Her footsteps were tentative, but she held her head high as she approached the pleasure house. She was about halfway there when she heard a voice behind her.
"Returning from work, sweetheart? I've had my fun, but I can have some more," he slurred. "And you'll have more money that way."
Nafretiri turned pale, though she wasn't trying to, of course. She turned and was about to kick the man when he grinned. "A fighting spirit, hmmm? I admire that in my women."
"I'm not a pleasure worker. I'm from the temple of Hathor."
He grinned even wider at this news. "Well then, so much the better. They're probably trained even more than the pleasure workers here- or perhaps I should say that it's possible some pleasure workers used to be Hathor priestesses."
She stiffened and tried to back up. "Get away! I will choose my own partners if and when I desire sexual intercourse, and the drunk ones aren't my type," she said bluntly. "I prefer someone who has full control of their senses."
The man only moved closer, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her close to him.
"My senses are just fine, my sweet. They tell me you smell terrific," he said as he wrapped an arm tightly about her and began to fondle her breasts with the other hand.
"Let go of me, or I know how to make you!" She tried to knee him in the crotch, but he backed up a little, though he did not let go, and she kicked only the air.
"Nice try, sweetheart, but even that doesn't always drop a man," he sneered.
She heard other laughter behind her too, then. "Little snob! Doesn't know a rich fellow when she sees one, apparently." Even a woman who really was returning from outside work joined in the taunting. "That's all right, honey, I can teach you a thing or two, and then next time will be much better!"
"I- I- we didn't-" Nafretiri stuttered. "I'm from the temple of Hathor, I swear it! I'm here for Mafdet!" It was doing no good when even the pleasure worker laughed at her....
Gods help me. I don't think I can bear it- again! She was too scared by now to even form the words. She would have to pray the thought would be enough for the gods to come to her aid.
Nafretiri thought nothing of delivering opium to a pleasure house. She just thought that maybe the women or their partners- or both- were somewhat adventurous in their sexual encounters. Though, in general, due to her horrible past experience and the added temptation her beauty might pose, another priestess usually went with her, when she had to go at all.
Today, however, the other priestesses were busy with other things, some of them doing research or copying documents in the House of Life. Nafretiri was wary of being alone, but there was no help for it, so she just put her shawl over her head to cover her hair, though she did not usually do so, even for public ceremonies. In truth, it was little enough protection, but it might be all she could do. At least presumably none of the pleasure workers would recognize her, and even then, they had likely only seen her from a distance in a ceremony. Her footsteps were tentative, but she held her head high as she approached the pleasure house. She was about halfway there when she heard a voice behind her.
"Returning from work, sweetheart? I've had my fun, but I can have some more," he slurred. "And you'll have more money that way."
Nafretiri turned pale, though she wasn't trying to, of course. She turned and was about to kick the man when he grinned. "A fighting spirit, hmmm? I admire that in my women."
"I'm not a pleasure worker. I'm from the temple of Hathor."
He grinned even wider at this news. "Well then, so much the better. They're probably trained even more than the pleasure workers here- or perhaps I should say that it's possible some pleasure workers used to be Hathor priestesses."
She stiffened and tried to back up. "Get away! I will choose my own partners if and when I desire sexual intercourse, and the drunk ones aren't my type," she said bluntly. "I prefer someone who has full control of their senses."
The man only moved closer, grabbing her by the shoulders and pulling her close to him.
"My senses are just fine, my sweet. They tell me you smell terrific," he said as he wrapped an arm tightly about her and began to fondle her breasts with the other hand.
"Let go of me, or I know how to make you!" She tried to knee him in the crotch, but he backed up a little, though he did not let go, and she kicked only the air.
"Nice try, sweetheart, but even that doesn't always drop a man," he sneered.
She heard other laughter behind her too, then. "Little snob! Doesn't know a rich fellow when she sees one, apparently." Even a woman who really was returning from outside work joined in the taunting. "That's all right, honey, I can teach you a thing or two, and then next time will be much better!"
"I- I- we didn't-" Nafretiri stuttered. "I'm from the temple of Hathor, I swear it! I'm here for Mafdet!" It was doing no good when even the pleasure worker laughed at her....
Gods help me. I don't think I can bear it- again! She was too scared by now to even form the words. She would have to pray the thought would be enough for the gods to come to her aid.
Mafdet kept an eye on the streets as she awaited the arrival of the Temple and as the sun began to descend it meant the closer Ra was to the entrance of the Duat. The night is the representation of Ra entering the underworld and his fiery chariot brought the sun out of the sky to depict night - only during the night does Cairo become alive. Cairo at night was different than what’s considered normal during the day and as light turns to darkness, the more trouble amasses. Mafdet would have hoped the Temple would have arrived sooner than later, though she was not the one running the operations of Hathor’s Temple. Mafdet crossed her arms as she continued to wait the priestesses out, because the rich woman wanted to be done with Nesha as soon as possible. The nighttime was when things started, the Brothels and Taverns are at their best during night hours. Truthfully, after she dealt with Nesha’s situation she could enjoy dancing and drinking at a tavern, then end the night at the House of Pleasure.
Ata and Kissa remained less active during the setting sun, though most are reluctant to visit Mafdet’s home unannounced. All the more reason why Mafdet awaited the priestesses at her entrance to desensitize her feline pets, though they are typically harmless when fed. Mafdet turned to look at her darling pets, before returning her gaze up the street to find a woman in a robe descending her way towards her; although, Mafdet narrowed her eyes as she witnessed a man stumble towards the woman, before pinning her on her back. Mafdet soon realized that the woman pinned by the man was a priestess of Hathor, she then signaled her cheetahs with a sharp whistle to follow her as they all moved towards the commotion. Mafdet could hear the people edge the man on and quite disgustingly taunt the priestess, but quite befell as Mafdet neared everyone with Ata and Kissa trotting beside her.
The cheetahs hissed defensively at the people around Mafdet, which caused the crowd to dissipate from the man’s display of drunkenness. Without hesitation, Mafdet quickly came behind the man and with swift kick, she managed to strike between his legs. Immediately, the man quaked to the with a yelp that was followed by a load grown of pain. Ata and Kissa came over curiously to the wounded sounding man, although, Mafdet forbade them as she spoke assertively, “No,” and at the tone of her voice, the Cheetahs slightly obeyed as they kept their closeness. Mafdet looked down at the man she picked up the skirt of her robe, so she could step over him to chastise his weakness, “Careful, struggle too much and you’ll entice my Ata and Kissa to do more than watch you.”
Mafdet turned her gaze towards the priestess, “You must be from the Temple of Hathor? I hope you are at ease now?” Mafdet asked the woman, before she eyed her Cheetahs who were still gazing at the man with interest.
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Mafdet kept an eye on the streets as she awaited the arrival of the Temple and as the sun began to descend it meant the closer Ra was to the entrance of the Duat. The night is the representation of Ra entering the underworld and his fiery chariot brought the sun out of the sky to depict night - only during the night does Cairo become alive. Cairo at night was different than what’s considered normal during the day and as light turns to darkness, the more trouble amasses. Mafdet would have hoped the Temple would have arrived sooner than later, though she was not the one running the operations of Hathor’s Temple. Mafdet crossed her arms as she continued to wait the priestesses out, because the rich woman wanted to be done with Nesha as soon as possible. The nighttime was when things started, the Brothels and Taverns are at their best during night hours. Truthfully, after she dealt with Nesha’s situation she could enjoy dancing and drinking at a tavern, then end the night at the House of Pleasure.
Ata and Kissa remained less active during the setting sun, though most are reluctant to visit Mafdet’s home unannounced. All the more reason why Mafdet awaited the priestesses at her entrance to desensitize her feline pets, though they are typically harmless when fed. Mafdet turned to look at her darling pets, before returning her gaze up the street to find a woman in a robe descending her way towards her; although, Mafdet narrowed her eyes as she witnessed a man stumble towards the woman, before pinning her on her back. Mafdet soon realized that the woman pinned by the man was a priestess of Hathor, she then signaled her cheetahs with a sharp whistle to follow her as they all moved towards the commotion. Mafdet could hear the people edge the man on and quite disgustingly taunt the priestess, but quite befell as Mafdet neared everyone with Ata and Kissa trotting beside her.
The cheetahs hissed defensively at the people around Mafdet, which caused the crowd to dissipate from the man’s display of drunkenness. Without hesitation, Mafdet quickly came behind the man and with swift kick, she managed to strike between his legs. Immediately, the man quaked to the with a yelp that was followed by a load grown of pain. Ata and Kissa came over curiously to the wounded sounding man, although, Mafdet forbade them as she spoke assertively, “No,” and at the tone of her voice, the Cheetahs slightly obeyed as they kept their closeness. Mafdet looked down at the man she picked up the skirt of her robe, so she could step over him to chastise his weakness, “Careful, struggle too much and you’ll entice my Ata and Kissa to do more than watch you.”
Mafdet turned her gaze towards the priestess, “You must be from the Temple of Hathor? I hope you are at ease now?” Mafdet asked the woman, before she eyed her Cheetahs who were still gazing at the man with interest.
Mafdet kept an eye on the streets as she awaited the arrival of the Temple and as the sun began to descend it meant the closer Ra was to the entrance of the Duat. The night is the representation of Ra entering the underworld and his fiery chariot brought the sun out of the sky to depict night - only during the night does Cairo become alive. Cairo at night was different than what’s considered normal during the day and as light turns to darkness, the more trouble amasses. Mafdet would have hoped the Temple would have arrived sooner than later, though she was not the one running the operations of Hathor’s Temple. Mafdet crossed her arms as she continued to wait the priestesses out, because the rich woman wanted to be done with Nesha as soon as possible. The nighttime was when things started, the Brothels and Taverns are at their best during night hours. Truthfully, after she dealt with Nesha’s situation she could enjoy dancing and drinking at a tavern, then end the night at the House of Pleasure.
Ata and Kissa remained less active during the setting sun, though most are reluctant to visit Mafdet’s home unannounced. All the more reason why Mafdet awaited the priestesses at her entrance to desensitize her feline pets, though they are typically harmless when fed. Mafdet turned to look at her darling pets, before returning her gaze up the street to find a woman in a robe descending her way towards her; although, Mafdet narrowed her eyes as she witnessed a man stumble towards the woman, before pinning her on her back. Mafdet soon realized that the woman pinned by the man was a priestess of Hathor, she then signaled her cheetahs with a sharp whistle to follow her as they all moved towards the commotion. Mafdet could hear the people edge the man on and quite disgustingly taunt the priestess, but quite befell as Mafdet neared everyone with Ata and Kissa trotting beside her.
The cheetahs hissed defensively at the people around Mafdet, which caused the crowd to dissipate from the man’s display of drunkenness. Without hesitation, Mafdet quickly came behind the man and with swift kick, she managed to strike between his legs. Immediately, the man quaked to the with a yelp that was followed by a load grown of pain. Ata and Kissa came over curiously to the wounded sounding man, although, Mafdet forbade them as she spoke assertively, “No,” and at the tone of her voice, the Cheetahs slightly obeyed as they kept their closeness. Mafdet looked down at the man she picked up the skirt of her robe, so she could step over him to chastise his weakness, “Careful, struggle too much and you’ll entice my Ata and Kissa to do more than watch you.”
Mafdet turned her gaze towards the priestess, “You must be from the Temple of Hathor? I hope you are at ease now?” Mafdet asked the woman, before she eyed her Cheetahs who were still gazing at the man with interest.
Even the most lustful of men might think twice when faced with a pair of hissing cheetahs! He might try again with the priestess when he had recovered a bit- but not with those cheetahs, who appeared from his viewpoint to be staring at his crotch as he tried to get up. The man was still in pain, but crawled away as fast as he was physically able to do so.
Shaking, Nafretiri faced the woman who had saved her. If she didn't know better she would give those cheetahs ear scratches for their role in stopping the madness. But she did know better, so she just smiled gratefully at the woman and handed her the pouch of opium.
"Thank you, Lady Mafdet. I recommend you reward your pets well tonight. Here is the ingredient you asked for. I do wonder what gets into people...even, I believe, one of your own working girls assumed that I shouldn't have much of a choice in the matter. But no. I believe every woman deserves to choose her own partner if circumstances can make it so." She was barely keeping herself on her feet, but her voice was as firm as she could make it.
Actually, she had an idea what got into people, but she hadn't seen it quite to this extent here, although the incident with the young boy at the Opet festival had come close.
Tribal scapegoating- of some sort- I suppose, though why they picked me when I've never set foot here is anyone's guess. Nafretiri sighed.
"Isn't it a bit early- even for Cairo- for that man to be so drunk?" she asked out of curiosity.
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Even the most lustful of men might think twice when faced with a pair of hissing cheetahs! He might try again with the priestess when he had recovered a bit- but not with those cheetahs, who appeared from his viewpoint to be staring at his crotch as he tried to get up. The man was still in pain, but crawled away as fast as he was physically able to do so.
Shaking, Nafretiri faced the woman who had saved her. If she didn't know better she would give those cheetahs ear scratches for their role in stopping the madness. But she did know better, so she just smiled gratefully at the woman and handed her the pouch of opium.
"Thank you, Lady Mafdet. I recommend you reward your pets well tonight. Here is the ingredient you asked for. I do wonder what gets into people...even, I believe, one of your own working girls assumed that I shouldn't have much of a choice in the matter. But no. I believe every woman deserves to choose her own partner if circumstances can make it so." She was barely keeping herself on her feet, but her voice was as firm as she could make it.
Actually, she had an idea what got into people, but she hadn't seen it quite to this extent here, although the incident with the young boy at the Opet festival had come close.
Tribal scapegoating- of some sort- I suppose, though why they picked me when I've never set foot here is anyone's guess. Nafretiri sighed.
"Isn't it a bit early- even for Cairo- for that man to be so drunk?" she asked out of curiosity.
Even the most lustful of men might think twice when faced with a pair of hissing cheetahs! He might try again with the priestess when he had recovered a bit- but not with those cheetahs, who appeared from his viewpoint to be staring at his crotch as he tried to get up. The man was still in pain, but crawled away as fast as he was physically able to do so.
Shaking, Nafretiri faced the woman who had saved her. If she didn't know better she would give those cheetahs ear scratches for their role in stopping the madness. But she did know better, so she just smiled gratefully at the woman and handed her the pouch of opium.
"Thank you, Lady Mafdet. I recommend you reward your pets well tonight. Here is the ingredient you asked for. I do wonder what gets into people...even, I believe, one of your own working girls assumed that I shouldn't have much of a choice in the matter. But no. I believe every woman deserves to choose her own partner if circumstances can make it so." She was barely keeping herself on her feet, but her voice was as firm as she could make it.
Actually, she had an idea what got into people, but she hadn't seen it quite to this extent here, although the incident with the young boy at the Opet festival had come close.
Tribal scapegoating- of some sort- I suppose, though why they picked me when I've never set foot here is anyone's guess. Nafretiri sighed.
"Isn't it a bit early- even for Cairo- for that man to be so drunk?" she asked out of curiosity.
Mafdet graciously took the pouch of opium from the Priestess’s hand, and smiled, before she commanded her cheetahs with a soft tone, “km iri”, to make end. Ata and Kita eyed the man for a moment as he scurried off, the two felines both growled before they fell behind Mafdet’s side. Mafdet eyed the priestess as she held the opium, “A reward indeed, but it was no trouble in making sure you were safe – couldn’t have my items stolen, now would we? And in the end to your point, people are people, we do tend to be volatile in nature – at least the worst of us.” Mafdet continued as she turned with Ata and Kissa at her heels, “Like you said, this is Cairo, but I’ve seen drunker men in Mansa", Mafdet chuckled lightly as she continued, "But there are sides to everyone’s story.”
Growing up in Mansa was a survival, but to be beautiful also gave privileges that could also become detriments. Most of her life Mafdet lived underneath her mother's shadow in a pleasure house that was popular enough for a province like Mansa. When Mafdet first got to a pleasure house, she was too young to actual become a pleasure worker, but that did eventually change as she matured at her mother's side. Mafdet saw a lot in Mansa, so when she eventually moved to Cairo it was nothing that really shocked her, nor was she intimidated. In her lifetime she had seen plenty of pregnant pleasure workers and what had always made it personal was the fact that her mother was also a pregnant pleasure worker.
Before Mafdet turned to walk off she faced the Priestess with a smirk on her face, “Why don’t you stick around - I am sure the goddess of women and fertility would want her priesthood to support a woman in need?” The brown skinned Lady placed a hand on her hip as she also rubbed the head of Kissa with her free hand, “Besides, you may want someone to walk you to and from here.”
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Mafdet graciously took the pouch of opium from the Priestess’s hand, and smiled, before she commanded her cheetahs with a soft tone, “km iri”, to make end. Ata and Kita eyed the man for a moment as he scurried off, the two felines both growled before they fell behind Mafdet’s side. Mafdet eyed the priestess as she held the opium, “A reward indeed, but it was no trouble in making sure you were safe – couldn’t have my items stolen, now would we? And in the end to your point, people are people, we do tend to be volatile in nature – at least the worst of us.” Mafdet continued as she turned with Ata and Kissa at her heels, “Like you said, this is Cairo, but I’ve seen drunker men in Mansa", Mafdet chuckled lightly as she continued, "But there are sides to everyone’s story.”
Growing up in Mansa was a survival, but to be beautiful also gave privileges that could also become detriments. Most of her life Mafdet lived underneath her mother's shadow in a pleasure house that was popular enough for a province like Mansa. When Mafdet first got to a pleasure house, she was too young to actual become a pleasure worker, but that did eventually change as she matured at her mother's side. Mafdet saw a lot in Mansa, so when she eventually moved to Cairo it was nothing that really shocked her, nor was she intimidated. In her lifetime she had seen plenty of pregnant pleasure workers and what had always made it personal was the fact that her mother was also a pregnant pleasure worker.
Before Mafdet turned to walk off she faced the Priestess with a smirk on her face, “Why don’t you stick around - I am sure the goddess of women and fertility would want her priesthood to support a woman in need?” The brown skinned Lady placed a hand on her hip as she also rubbed the head of Kissa with her free hand, “Besides, you may want someone to walk you to and from here.”
Mafdet graciously took the pouch of opium from the Priestess’s hand, and smiled, before she commanded her cheetahs with a soft tone, “km iri”, to make end. Ata and Kita eyed the man for a moment as he scurried off, the two felines both growled before they fell behind Mafdet’s side. Mafdet eyed the priestess as she held the opium, “A reward indeed, but it was no trouble in making sure you were safe – couldn’t have my items stolen, now would we? And in the end to your point, people are people, we do tend to be volatile in nature – at least the worst of us.” Mafdet continued as she turned with Ata and Kissa at her heels, “Like you said, this is Cairo, but I’ve seen drunker men in Mansa", Mafdet chuckled lightly as she continued, "But there are sides to everyone’s story.”
Growing up in Mansa was a survival, but to be beautiful also gave privileges that could also become detriments. Most of her life Mafdet lived underneath her mother's shadow in a pleasure house that was popular enough for a province like Mansa. When Mafdet first got to a pleasure house, she was too young to actual become a pleasure worker, but that did eventually change as she matured at her mother's side. Mafdet saw a lot in Mansa, so when she eventually moved to Cairo it was nothing that really shocked her, nor was she intimidated. In her lifetime she had seen plenty of pregnant pleasure workers and what had always made it personal was the fact that her mother was also a pregnant pleasure worker.
Before Mafdet turned to walk off she faced the Priestess with a smirk on her face, “Why don’t you stick around - I am sure the goddess of women and fertility would want her priesthood to support a woman in need?” The brown skinned Lady placed a hand on her hip as she also rubbed the head of Kissa with her free hand, “Besides, you may want someone to walk you to and from here.”
Nafretiri nodded. "Of course- yes, to both things. Hathor would want me to stay. And I don't travel by myself very well. I suppose it's only natural, considering...what that man no doubt had in mind," Some men did not care whether or not a woman wanted their attention. She shivered, having been on the receiving end of such unwanted attention in Egypt, but also being at risk in her homeland even though in Israel she had only been a woman at the time of the siege. Her beginning her moon cycles later than some other girls she knew did not keep her from looking like a woman. Her poised carriage of herself, she supposed, had only exacerbated matters. She had a feeling that if she told Lady Mafdet this that she might understand. "I have not been a woman in body for terribly long. But not being one does not keep a girl from looking like it."
Despite herself, she could not help smiling at the cheetahs again. "They are so regal. And I can imagine that having them around keeps any unpleasant altercations to a minimum. I used to wish I'd been able to have a pet." Perhaps such a pet would have meant she would not be in the situation she had been. "Did you raise them from cubs?"
In truth, she wondered if in their way, the cheetahs made this woman more dangerous when crossed with than Mother Sekhemu was. They certainly did not seem to hurt the woman's image!
And that gave her the ghost of an idea. Perhaps if she explained a little of her story, the woman might know how to help her, too.
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Nafretiri nodded. "Of course- yes, to both things. Hathor would want me to stay. And I don't travel by myself very well. I suppose it's only natural, considering...what that man no doubt had in mind," Some men did not care whether or not a woman wanted their attention. She shivered, having been on the receiving end of such unwanted attention in Egypt, but also being at risk in her homeland even though in Israel she had only been a woman at the time of the siege. Her beginning her moon cycles later than some other girls she knew did not keep her from looking like a woman. Her poised carriage of herself, she supposed, had only exacerbated matters. She had a feeling that if she told Lady Mafdet this that she might understand. "I have not been a woman in body for terribly long. But not being one does not keep a girl from looking like it."
Despite herself, she could not help smiling at the cheetahs again. "They are so regal. And I can imagine that having them around keeps any unpleasant altercations to a minimum. I used to wish I'd been able to have a pet." Perhaps such a pet would have meant she would not be in the situation she had been. "Did you raise them from cubs?"
In truth, she wondered if in their way, the cheetahs made this woman more dangerous when crossed with than Mother Sekhemu was. They certainly did not seem to hurt the woman's image!
And that gave her the ghost of an idea. Perhaps if she explained a little of her story, the woman might know how to help her, too.
Nafretiri nodded. "Of course- yes, to both things. Hathor would want me to stay. And I don't travel by myself very well. I suppose it's only natural, considering...what that man no doubt had in mind," Some men did not care whether or not a woman wanted their attention. She shivered, having been on the receiving end of such unwanted attention in Egypt, but also being at risk in her homeland even though in Israel she had only been a woman at the time of the siege. Her beginning her moon cycles later than some other girls she knew did not keep her from looking like a woman. Her poised carriage of herself, she supposed, had only exacerbated matters. She had a feeling that if she told Lady Mafdet this that she might understand. "I have not been a woman in body for terribly long. But not being one does not keep a girl from looking like it."
Despite herself, she could not help smiling at the cheetahs again. "They are so regal. And I can imagine that having them around keeps any unpleasant altercations to a minimum. I used to wish I'd been able to have a pet." Perhaps such a pet would have meant she would not be in the situation she had been. "Did you raise them from cubs?"
In truth, she wondered if in their way, the cheetahs made this woman more dangerous when crossed with than Mother Sekhemu was. They certainly did not seem to hurt the woman's image!
And that gave her the ghost of an idea. Perhaps if she explained a little of her story, the woman might know how to help her, too.
Mafdet nodded her head graciously towards the priestess of Hathor, “Your goddess should be proud that you were brave enough to travel here alone, and I am thankful for that as well,” Mafdet slowed her pace to walk next to the Priestess to speak neatly, “I bid no disrespect when I say this, but anytime that you are to travel alone, as woman – I suggest you carry something with you to keep men like that off what is sacred.” Mafdet turned her face forward with a slight shrug, “I have two cheetahs and a concealed dagger, I’ve been where you were and I refused to be taken advantage of again – I also found Ata and Kissa quite convincing when necessary,” Mafdet continued, “I think its important for women to know their strength, especially when there are goddesses who represents power in many ways… Because of that fact, I refuse to belittle my own power and, like I said, I refuse for my power to be taken.”
The voice of a woman has been silenced in several cultures and to go against the grain of things would mean a hard life was ahead. Although, Mafdet already lived a rough life and have seen ugly things between men and women – all of which has prepared Mafdet to take care of herself, like no man would. Her two cheetahs have also made life a lot easier, but to all the girls who are not able to have the same luxuries do not go unnoticed. Thus, Mafdet felt compelled to protect the virtue of another woman when it happened to be in question. There was no one to rescue Mafdet, so in a way she was trying to be a savior for women whenever and wherever she could.
The two cheetahs kept near their mistress as walked side by side, both tails hung low but curved towards the end as they walked with careful steps. “My cheetahs were a gift from someone a longtime ago, they were his form of appreciation after doing a few favors that were… less than safe, but yes Ata and Kissa were raised from cubs – they are also twin brother and sister.”
The Lady kept her pace as she walked the dirt path back to her place of residence as she spoke up to the Priestess, “What made you join the Priesthood of Hathor?” Mafdet asked as they both walked the dirt path to her home.
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Mafdet nodded her head graciously towards the priestess of Hathor, “Your goddess should be proud that you were brave enough to travel here alone, and I am thankful for that as well,” Mafdet slowed her pace to walk next to the Priestess to speak neatly, “I bid no disrespect when I say this, but anytime that you are to travel alone, as woman – I suggest you carry something with you to keep men like that off what is sacred.” Mafdet turned her face forward with a slight shrug, “I have two cheetahs and a concealed dagger, I’ve been where you were and I refused to be taken advantage of again – I also found Ata and Kissa quite convincing when necessary,” Mafdet continued, “I think its important for women to know their strength, especially when there are goddesses who represents power in many ways… Because of that fact, I refuse to belittle my own power and, like I said, I refuse for my power to be taken.”
The voice of a woman has been silenced in several cultures and to go against the grain of things would mean a hard life was ahead. Although, Mafdet already lived a rough life and have seen ugly things between men and women – all of which has prepared Mafdet to take care of herself, like no man would. Her two cheetahs have also made life a lot easier, but to all the girls who are not able to have the same luxuries do not go unnoticed. Thus, Mafdet felt compelled to protect the virtue of another woman when it happened to be in question. There was no one to rescue Mafdet, so in a way she was trying to be a savior for women whenever and wherever she could.
The two cheetahs kept near their mistress as walked side by side, both tails hung low but curved towards the end as they walked with careful steps. “My cheetahs were a gift from someone a longtime ago, they were his form of appreciation after doing a few favors that were… less than safe, but yes Ata and Kissa were raised from cubs – they are also twin brother and sister.”
The Lady kept her pace as she walked the dirt path back to her place of residence as she spoke up to the Priestess, “What made you join the Priesthood of Hathor?” Mafdet asked as they both walked the dirt path to her home.
Mafdet nodded her head graciously towards the priestess of Hathor, “Your goddess should be proud that you were brave enough to travel here alone, and I am thankful for that as well,” Mafdet slowed her pace to walk next to the Priestess to speak neatly, “I bid no disrespect when I say this, but anytime that you are to travel alone, as woman – I suggest you carry something with you to keep men like that off what is sacred.” Mafdet turned her face forward with a slight shrug, “I have two cheetahs and a concealed dagger, I’ve been where you were and I refused to be taken advantage of again – I also found Ata and Kissa quite convincing when necessary,” Mafdet continued, “I think its important for women to know their strength, especially when there are goddesses who represents power in many ways… Because of that fact, I refuse to belittle my own power and, like I said, I refuse for my power to be taken.”
The voice of a woman has been silenced in several cultures and to go against the grain of things would mean a hard life was ahead. Although, Mafdet already lived a rough life and have seen ugly things between men and women – all of which has prepared Mafdet to take care of herself, like no man would. Her two cheetahs have also made life a lot easier, but to all the girls who are not able to have the same luxuries do not go unnoticed. Thus, Mafdet felt compelled to protect the virtue of another woman when it happened to be in question. There was no one to rescue Mafdet, so in a way she was trying to be a savior for women whenever and wherever she could.
The two cheetahs kept near their mistress as walked side by side, both tails hung low but curved towards the end as they walked with careful steps. “My cheetahs were a gift from someone a longtime ago, they were his form of appreciation after doing a few favors that were… less than safe, but yes Ata and Kissa were raised from cubs – they are also twin brother and sister.”
The Lady kept her pace as she walked the dirt path back to her place of residence as she spoke up to the Priestess, “What made you join the Priesthood of Hathor?” Mafdet asked as they both walked the dirt path to her home.
Nafretiri nodded, having thought of Mafdet's suggestion herself. "I believe you are correct, however, the plain truth is, in a temple full of women, there are few enough who could teach me how to use such things."
She looked a little sad as she admitted this. "Perhaps, in regards to protection, Hathor was not the best choice of goddesses to serve. However, in my desperation, I did not think of that. I was pregnant, you see, having been forced upon, and then let free by a kind mistress who was also sick of her husband's fooling around, irrespective of the fact that she was infertile." Nafretiri sighed as she thought of Meritaten, and as much as she thought no one could like being a slave, she thought she knew how the woman might have felt and knew she would probably feel the same way in such a situation.
She sighed, then continued. "Hathor...might be considered to be an odd choice, as well, given what I have been through. I am not sure that I can explain my horror once I learned what 'goddess of fertility' actually signified. Having suffered this, to be expected to know... pleasure...though I am not exactly sure what that term means..." She blushed a little, knowing that perhaps a priestess of Hathor should know what the word pleasure meant in regards to sex. She only knew that pleasure somehow presumably had to be different from pain.
"But having been captured after a siege... and a famine...in my home country...I thought fertility could mean fertility of crops, that's all. And Hathor seemed the most loving of the goddesses. I know Isis might be referred to as the mother goddess, but somehow the mother goddess also being a death goddess makes me not only uncomfortable, but confused in general. In short, the most unusual goddess, given my situation, seems to have chosen me, and who am I to say no?" She shrugged. "I dream- hence why I stay, rather than praying to be found. I hope to find love and marriage, eventually, which would have been impossible, or at least frowned upon, in Israel, given that although I am still a virgin according to their law since it was not my fault, I have a child as a result. I dream, but I also know that I cannot change my life, and in many respects, the gods here have been kinder to me than El Shaddai ever seemed to be."
Bafretiri gave the woman a sad, resigned smile, then raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "Having been in my position, to an extent, how did you get rid of the fear such a thing can cause? And how did you learn?" she asked, intrigued. Surely there must have been few enough people to teach her, too, knowing that not all men- even if one didn't fear them as Nafretiri did- would be willing to teach a woman to use any kind of weapon.
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Nafretiri nodded, having thought of Mafdet's suggestion herself. "I believe you are correct, however, the plain truth is, in a temple full of women, there are few enough who could teach me how to use such things."
She looked a little sad as she admitted this. "Perhaps, in regards to protection, Hathor was not the best choice of goddesses to serve. However, in my desperation, I did not think of that. I was pregnant, you see, having been forced upon, and then let free by a kind mistress who was also sick of her husband's fooling around, irrespective of the fact that she was infertile." Nafretiri sighed as she thought of Meritaten, and as much as she thought no one could like being a slave, she thought she knew how the woman might have felt and knew she would probably feel the same way in such a situation.
She sighed, then continued. "Hathor...might be considered to be an odd choice, as well, given what I have been through. I am not sure that I can explain my horror once I learned what 'goddess of fertility' actually signified. Having suffered this, to be expected to know... pleasure...though I am not exactly sure what that term means..." She blushed a little, knowing that perhaps a priestess of Hathor should know what the word pleasure meant in regards to sex. She only knew that pleasure somehow presumably had to be different from pain.
"But having been captured after a siege... and a famine...in my home country...I thought fertility could mean fertility of crops, that's all. And Hathor seemed the most loving of the goddesses. I know Isis might be referred to as the mother goddess, but somehow the mother goddess also being a death goddess makes me not only uncomfortable, but confused in general. In short, the most unusual goddess, given my situation, seems to have chosen me, and who am I to say no?" She shrugged. "I dream- hence why I stay, rather than praying to be found. I hope to find love and marriage, eventually, which would have been impossible, or at least frowned upon, in Israel, given that although I am still a virgin according to their law since it was not my fault, I have a child as a result. I dream, but I also know that I cannot change my life, and in many respects, the gods here have been kinder to me than El Shaddai ever seemed to be."
Bafretiri gave the woman a sad, resigned smile, then raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "Having been in my position, to an extent, how did you get rid of the fear such a thing can cause? And how did you learn?" she asked, intrigued. Surely there must have been few enough people to teach her, too, knowing that not all men- even if one didn't fear them as Nafretiri did- would be willing to teach a woman to use any kind of weapon.
Nafretiri nodded, having thought of Mafdet's suggestion herself. "I believe you are correct, however, the plain truth is, in a temple full of women, there are few enough who could teach me how to use such things."
She looked a little sad as she admitted this. "Perhaps, in regards to protection, Hathor was not the best choice of goddesses to serve. However, in my desperation, I did not think of that. I was pregnant, you see, having been forced upon, and then let free by a kind mistress who was also sick of her husband's fooling around, irrespective of the fact that she was infertile." Nafretiri sighed as she thought of Meritaten, and as much as she thought no one could like being a slave, she thought she knew how the woman might have felt and knew she would probably feel the same way in such a situation.
She sighed, then continued. "Hathor...might be considered to be an odd choice, as well, given what I have been through. I am not sure that I can explain my horror once I learned what 'goddess of fertility' actually signified. Having suffered this, to be expected to know... pleasure...though I am not exactly sure what that term means..." She blushed a little, knowing that perhaps a priestess of Hathor should know what the word pleasure meant in regards to sex. She only knew that pleasure somehow presumably had to be different from pain.
"But having been captured after a siege... and a famine...in my home country...I thought fertility could mean fertility of crops, that's all. And Hathor seemed the most loving of the goddesses. I know Isis might be referred to as the mother goddess, but somehow the mother goddess also being a death goddess makes me not only uncomfortable, but confused in general. In short, the most unusual goddess, given my situation, seems to have chosen me, and who am I to say no?" She shrugged. "I dream- hence why I stay, rather than praying to be found. I hope to find love and marriage, eventually, which would have been impossible, or at least frowned upon, in Israel, given that although I am still a virgin according to their law since it was not my fault, I have a child as a result. I dream, but I also know that I cannot change my life, and in many respects, the gods here have been kinder to me than El Shaddai ever seemed to be."
Bafretiri gave the woman a sad, resigned smile, then raised her eyebrows in curiosity. "Having been in my position, to an extent, how did you get rid of the fear such a thing can cause? And how did you learn?" she asked, intrigued. Surely there must have been few enough people to teach her, too, knowing that not all men- even if one didn't fear them as Nafretiri did- would be willing to teach a woman to use any kind of weapon.