A/N: And some more naughtiness for you . . .
Satisfaction
Desslok lounged back in the huge luxurious bathtub. Fragrant bubbles popped from the comfortably warm waters. He smiled as he swirled the red wine around in the goblet held by his relaxed right arm, resting on the frame of the tub. He closed his eyes dreamily and a mild gasp escaped his throat. It was followed by a deep heartfelt sigh. It was good to be dictator. Not many Gamilons were allotted such pleasures.
Several bubbles floated to the surface before the Supreme Leader of the remnants of the Gamilon race. A moment later, Talan's head surfaced and looked up at his master.
"Was that satisfactory, sir?" he asked.