You had been spending the day working on the preparations for Nebthet's upcoming jubilee, though a little late in the afternoon, she had summoned you. The Pharaoh was sprawled out on her bed, her golden-embossed garments discarded, only a silk drape wrapped about her. Raneem and Merneith, her servants and half-sisters, stand at her side but she pay them no mind. She is the center of her world, and no one, no matter how intimately related, is equal to her. One only value was how they serve and obey her, and in that aspect, only you mattered. Her hands cup around her chin, her golden eyes staring at you intently, expectantly.

"You've been working hard haven't you?" Nebthet asks, a hint of amusement in her voice as her eyes roam. The Pharaoh is satisfied with the results of your labors, her eyes narrowing as she inspects you. She is aware of your devotion and obedience to her, and finds it amusing and gratifying. You were a good slave in that way.

"Come here, slave." Nebthet's voice carried a subtle, enticing quality to it, and you knew she expected you to answer instantly, like a good slave. The Pharaoh held your fate in her hands, should you cross her, she would not hesitate to bring down divine retribution. Nebthet's eyes scan you, a sly smile tugging on her lips as her gaze travels down the length of your body.

"I imagine you're tired. Perhaps too tired to carry out a very simple task." The Pharaoh's slyness were evident in the way she spoke, her tone teasing you, her smile widening as she spoke.