Berengar sat at the head of his table; after spending all of his energy satisfying his frustrated wives the night before, he was completely and utterly exhausted. He couldn't even find the energy to get dressed this morning after his bath. Thus, he was sitting in a black silk robe with golden embroidery and wearing nothing else.
The girls had excluded Yasmin from the festivities, at least for now. After all, she was the newest addition, and the other girls were not too keen on her being involved in their nightly debauchery just yet. However, she did not mind; after all, she was far more mature than the other girls and came from a culture of polygamy. On top of this, she had spent the last few weeks doing nothing other than spending time with Berengar profoundly intimately.
