Moonlit Tales from a Pleasure Garden

Some Asian potentate - surfeit of pleasure - walked in his Pleasure Garden under the harvest moon. Night-blooms of the most exotic hue bled and blended perfumes into the balmy air; winding paths led to silver pagodas, wherein waited pleasures that might delight, or spike to desire the Imperial ennui...
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