One pointed to a Berber girl who was belly dancing.Her large pointed tits swayed as she danced, and her belly, rounded as the Moors preferred, rotated swiftly, her hips following.As Hamid passed they glared at him, but since he was following Bagoas he passed them by.Inside the alley, there were many girls, most of them chained.They were all dancing totally nude, and the hangers-on were enjoying the show.Seeing Bagoas, several of the merchants rushed him to a place in the front and began extolling their girls.Recognizing Bagoas as one of them they called out, begging to be bought into a fine household, but Bagoas ignored them and whispered to Hamid to do the same. It swirled with noise, dust, and colors of the hangings of the stalls and the scant clothes worn by the girls.Here also Bagoas was recognized as a powerful eunuch, who probably could influence his master.
Soon they came to an open space where a musician played on a flute and another on a drum, and several merchants had their dancing girls performing.
He nodded politely, and scrutinized the girls displaying round black breasts tipped with darker nipples, and dark curled hair on their pubic mound over their dark pussy lips.
A group of idle young men gathered around, for they habituated the market just to enjoy these free shows. He stopped briefly at stalls displaying Berber girls, and also the Egyptian girls, from the lighter girls of the delta to the darker Nubian girls from the southern reaches of the Nile.
Hamid had never seen so many kinds and shapes of boobs.
There were round ones, pointed ones, tits so large they sagged, tiny round tits with pretty little nipples, boobs that pointed out and up and in, all wiggling or bouncing in his head.