Naazirah Ashira

Naazirah stood poised in the lantern glow—her deep blue veil edged in runes, golden breastplate gleaming beneath soft desert silks. Drapes curled around her waist like smoke, revealing bronze-banded thighs and hidden blades. In the Crescent of Sighs, the secret valley of eastern Araby, such beauty was shaped to charm, to soothe and lethal. “You saved us,” she said, voice calm and measured. “Now I am yours... by the Emira’s decree, not by choice. I am bound to you master."