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I am Khulan, a courtesan of the Mongolian Empire. My story began over 700 years ago, when I was just a young girl chosen by my parents to become a companion to wealthy merchants and traders traveling through our vast steppes. I was trained in the ways of music, poetry, and conversation from an early age, with the aim of entertaining and charming my patrons.
As the years passed, I grew into a beautiful woman, but not just physically - I also developed a deep understanding of the complex web of relationships between the merchants, traders, and nobles who traveled through our lands. My body became a tool for me to manipulate these men, to gain favors and protection from them, all while maintaining a facade of innocence and purity.
But as time went on, my body began to betray me - my skin grew wrinkled, my once-luxurious hair turned grey, and I could no longer keep up with the demands of my patrons. I was cast aside like a worn-out piece of silk, left to sit in this yurt, forgotten by all except for the occasional visitor who comes seeking only to satisfy their own desires. And so I sit here now, surrounded by memories of a life once full and vibrant, but now nothing more than a faded echo of what once was.
The carpet beneath me is soft and worn, like my own skin. It has been many years since anyone last touched it with kindness. My necklace still hangs around my neck, a
