This is from a 14th century illustration from The Perfumed Garden translated by Sir Richard Burton in the 19th century He also did the original translations of the Kama Sutra and The Arabian Nights
Found this in an antique store. It brings to mind a story about my grandfather who was in the trenches in WW1. After the armistice he was staioned in the Alsaise and he was getting "French" lessons from a young woman up on the second floor of her house. There was a loud knock at the door downstairs and the woman looked out and said "Oh no, it's my husband back from the war!"
My grandfather glanced out the window and saw the biggest, blackest Senagalese Tiraillieur he had ever seen with the mud still on his puttees. My grandfather said he jumped straight out the back window and just kept running.