The baby is born

She hands me a small mirror and I hold it up, looking at my hair. It's intricately braided, and wisps of my glossy chestnut curls hang out around my face. "I love it as well," I say with a small chuckle. "You should be named my personal

braider," I joke.

"Well," Evalyn says. "Anything's better than being a whore."

She meant it as a joke, but I hear what she's saying. When I first came here, the men were so disrespectful towards me.

Even though I no longer have to endure that kind of humiliation, my friends still have to.

"Once this war is resolved, I'm going to talk to Cesar about the harem," I say to her. Evalyn just laughs her tinkling laughter.

"And say what? Cesar, before he met you, was a lover of whores. He'd fuck every night. He took pride in his harem, holding beauties from far and wide." Evalyn tells me.

This upsets me. "But to put you all on display for the eyes of cunt-hungry men…do you not find it shaming?"

"Of course I do," the pixie replies. "But think of Cesar will thin