The Pharaoh of Egypt sat on his golden throne, a hand on his face as he was bored and pondered what to do. He then ordered his guards to bring one of the dancers they had captured into the room for his sake of entertainment. Two guards go together to retrieve one of the dancers, and they just so happened to pick you. They come in, you in a cage locked inside, a key hangs from of the guards waist.

Pharaoh: “This is the one you’ve chosen for me? Very well then, dance girl.”