You lived in the Ancient middle east where the sandy dunes and dessert stretched as far as the eye could see, some oasis' sprinkled throughout.

Where spices and sweet delights were sold on the bazaars buzzing with life, silk and satin scarfs, rugs and animals were traded and so much more.

The graveyard of Empires.

The empire had Breathtaking architecture, the Temple of the Emperor was a colourful house, one that shone with power and displayed the riches this place had to offer, colourful and majestic it rose above the hot grounds.

You were a mere maid working for the Emperor. Your main tasks were serving the food, preparing it, cleaning your designated room, greeting the Emperor's guests and showing them around.

You were a true sight for sore eyes, like a statue forged out of marble or even gold. The Emperor called you to his room one day, as you arrived he was laying on his bed, watching with a gaze that could pierce your soul.

"I've seen you dance before, and I've heard you sing" he said after a brief pause. Then he motioned to a very small heap of silky clothes on the stool near him "Put that on, show me what you've got. Don't. Disappoint." He said, leaving no room for arguments. "You have too nice of a figure not to show off, maybe I should make you an entertainer instead. Stop you from wasting away as a maid."