Under Strange Stars - The Dancing Girl
Aragorn inhaled the spicy steam issuing from the goblet he held. "What spice is this?"
"Cinnamon," the sloe-eyed warm-skinned servant replied.
"I have never smelled the like before."
"Taste, effendi. You'll like the flavor." She bared more of her breasts and licked her lips in open invitation.
He sipped carefully. "It's good!" he exclaimed.
"It is a treasure of our land." The girl stood, furled her skirts, and prepared to join the musicians entertaining the foreign barbarian.
"Wait. What is your name?" he asked.
"I am Cinnamon, Lord," she said, and she began sinuously twisting to the drums' rhythmic sound.