Real Illusions
Tejeda couldn't say he was shocked Shayla wasn't in Southern Beridian. Astin's disappointment seemed genuine, just like his own. Along with Carmen, disappointment had been a trusty companion, a permanent shadow throughout his long existence. Under his clothes, the spoon dangled from his neck. He wished Cato had better fortune than he did.
The doors opened as Astin clapped his hands. Several lovely young ladies entered the room. Blondes and brunettes, high heels and sandals, women of all shapes and sizes flashed past underneath his gaze.
"I cannot let a colonel leave my palace without giving him my best. And I plan to offer you every indulgence. My harem is the best in this solar system and, some say, even in the entire galaxy. Look at them and take a pick. Your mission can wait for one night."