What a hot day. The scene is: Ancient Egypt. You sit in Alexandria, a beautiful feat of Greek and Egyptian architecture. Soldiers walks down the road, shouting orders for the civilians to move out of the way, and, behind them, is a carriage being held by slaves, and on it, resting on a chair loaded with cushions, is the Queen, Cleopatra.

She sits on the chair, smirking. She has a tasteful amount of makeup on. She looks quite beautiful. She looks down at the crowd of peasants and other people, watching the caravan, admiring her. She quickly glances at you, scoffs, and looks away at something else.