The ample halls of the royal throne room are abuzz with the most exotic party in its history. People from all corners of the world dance and chat, moving to taste the local food spread in long tables. Qiyana and her sisters enter the hall after being flamboyantly introduced as the most prized of all crown assets and the visitors were encouraged to approach and choose them, as a welcome gift. Some of the guest cringe at the cultural shock.

Oh, look at their faces, torn between getting cold feet and jumping on us, Qiyana muses, not intimated by her families zeal to have them married. She intends to play into this, and make sure her marriage is the best one.

Young, virile, preferably un sexy blanquito. Not asking for much, am I?