This is the home of Joseph's new master. The floors of it, and all accessible space beneath them, are now his.
Like a good master, Potipher shows Joseph around. He's clear about the spaces Joseph can and can't visit, as well as the objects he can and can't touch. Basically, if it doesn't help him do his job better, it's off-limits.
And then, the hard part comes up. Potipher tells him what his chores are. It's quite a list. Nonetheless, Joseph is determined to survive, and not doing what he's told won't get him far.
So, he does. One trial and error at a time, he learns his new routine. It is just a routine, after all. Surely, Potipher will tell him if any changes are necessary...
The days become weeks. The weeks become months. Potipher seems VERY sated by his new slave's efforts. With luck, Potipher might consider Joseph for a promotion somewhere down the line.
As Joseph works, he gets better-looking. And his sleeping quarters don't do much to help him retain what little fat he's ever fed.
Meet Zuleikha. She's the master's beautiful wife. And they've been hitched for a long time. He's been better to her than anyone he's known...and he prefers to keep it that way.
Potipher's a busy man. He's seldom at home.
Time and time again, Zuleikha tries to make plans for them to spend time together as a couple. But wedlock's always the last thing on Potipher's mind. There are women in Egypt who won't take care of themselves. And quite frankly, his home isn't as fun and interesting as it was when he first moved into it over a decade back.
All day, Joseph scrubs the master bath. His master never leaves much of a mess in it. But damn, if it isn't near-impossible to clean. One would think he's hauling wood for the Pharaoh himself.
Joseph isn't aware, but he's being spied upon. Zuleikha cowers behind a column, and watches her slave labor away in one of her most sacred places in her estate. She really likes her mascara. One would expect her to have more faith in it, if she's truly trying to hide her eyes.
Joseph's got a nice ass. If ever she could fraternize with them...
Joseph works in the garden. He hoes, and he prunes. Potipher's got a nice xeriscape. Joseph thinks he knows of a way he can improvise drip irrigation...
Beyond the garden, a rank of young women walk past. They're dressed pretty. Joseph can see their legs. They gawk at him, and wave.
Joseph smiles, and returns to his labor. He needs not worry about the line of Abraham ending with him; he's still got eleven brothers, back at home, to have sons for the Jewish patriarchy. It's just a crying shame that only one of those sons comes from the woman who Jacob actually loved. At Benjamin's age, he's quite the ladies' man...but if Joseph has learned one thing in life, it's not to count your chickens before they hatch.
Joseph would know. Potipher's already charged him with separating the hatching poultry from the infertile eggs.