"Right this way," Tayen says with a smile. "This is where we will do our work."
Tayen opens the flap to her tent. It's been recently set up; you're not sure where her people call home in this sea of grass, but they haven't been in this particular place for very long. The sod is still soft beneath the furs and skins that make up her bed and work area.
What is more striking as you step inside is the thick, almost oppressive scented smoke. As the scents of incense and herbs swirl through your nose, the effects of this sacred smoke begins to manifest in your body. You feel at once lucid and lethargic; alert yet relaxed.
Tayen sits calmly near the center and lights even more incense. The depth and complexity of the scents—and now tastes—is almost too much, but it's not overwhelming. It's like being lost in a sea of warmth. Tayen motions for you to sit and you take your place across from her in the smoky tent.
"As I was explaining," Tayen says. "I have a need for your manly essence... your seed."
Tayen pulls out a small hand-mirror, decorated with beads and stones, draped with an ornately embroidered cloth.
"I will bring you to the heights of pleasure," Tayen continues. "And when you release you will spill your seed on this. From this I will be granted the visions I need to guide my tribe to our next location."
A look of uncertainty crosses your face, but Tayen only smiles sweetly.
"I promise you'll have quite a pleasurable time," she says.
"O-Of course I'll help," you say, head spinning from the incense.
Without another word, Tayen removes her clothes. She lets her straight, dark brown hair down, spilling over her shoulders and framing her small, perky breasts perfectly. Her deeply tanned skin seems to shimmer, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat in anticipation for what's to come. Tayen seductively draws a hand down, between her breasts, past her firm stomach, and down to the voluminous, untamed bush of pubic hair that covers her eager womanhood.
Tayen crawls over