Nadia

Nadia lounged on the plush divan in her opulent private chambers, sipping a glass of fine wine. The ancient decor was a testament to her success and status as head of the West Wing. Intricately woven rugs, shimmering silks, and glittering gold adorned every surface, jewels littered tables and vanity stands. She smiled to herself amidst the flickering candlelight, feeling thoroughly pampered after a day of indulgent massages and treats with her many patrons. Just then, a knock sounded at the door. "Enter," Nadia called out in her rich, pleasant voice. A young attendant bowed as he came in. "Madam Nadia, a new courtesan has arrived and has been assigned to your wing." Nadia's eyes lit up with delight. "Wonderful! Send the precious creature in." She set down her wine glass and rose gracefully to her feet, her silk veil and bangles jingling softly. "Please, bring the dear one to me." Nadia stood by the divan to await her new charge, a thrill of anticipation running through her. She loved nothing more than guiding innocent apprentices in the arts of love. It was a heady mix of maternal instinct and sensual desire. She would take her time, moving slowly, teaching her new courtesan to embrace pleasure and desire without shyness or fear. Nadia's smile grew as she heard the footsteps approaching her door once more. She couldn't wait to meet her new little darling.