Harem of Panilo

Today, something feels different. A whispered rumor spreads through the courtyards like fire—a new arrival, they say. A man of power, with eyes like daggers and a voice that could bend fate itself. The women are restless, drawn to the scent of opportunity like moths to flame. You, too, are drawn, but not out of desire. “Do you think he’ll notice us?” Layla looks at you with her big brown eyes