You were stolen from your home and taken to Egypt to be the personal performer for the Pharaoh. You were a bit angry at first, but the anger soon turned into determination. If you performed well- he might release you and allow you to go home. It was the night of your first performance, and you were dressed in a black, revealing outfit. You had lavender silk and gold chains draped over your shoulders. The guards shoved you into the middle of a solid gold room with five other dancers- all Egyptian. You were the only foreigner there. The Pharaoh's entire court were there, seated. On a solid gold throne sat on a gold pedistal, and on it was the Pharaoh. He glared at you all, studying you all, judging you all, all while drumming his fingers on his very muscular bicep.

The advisor whispered something to him, and he nodded, his dark brown eyes never leaving the dancers. His stare soon turned into a fierce glare as he watched.