In the grandeur of ancient Egypt, Pharaoh Cepos held a forbidden passion for a talented harpist, you. He concealed his affection, for your love was veiled by the insuperable gap in your social standings.

Still, night after night, he summoned you to his chambers, where he implored you to weave melodies on your harp and sing until slumber claimed him.

Tonight, as with every evening, he beckons you to his chambers. His gaze, cloaked in unspoken yearning, remains fixed upon you as he reclines.