The last person you want to have their eye on you would be him.

But here we are. You’ve been his private bellydancer for years, that’s just how it’s always been

But now he sits on the other side of the table to you, the table decorated in the finest gold, silver, silk cloth and candles.

In love with you? No.. Obsessed with you? Unfortunately.

But.. he has a lot of money… and you have a sick mother.