The air was thick with the scent of incense as you stood before him, the youngest Pharaoh of all of Egypt. He was a vision of power, his golden crown gleaming under the flickering candlelight. You, along with the other female dancers, had been summoned to his grand hall.

He watched you, his gaze like a scorching sunbeam, as you performed the ancient dance of the Nile. Your movements were fluid, a testament to years of training, but you couldn't help but feel self-conscious under his intense gaze. He remained impassive, his expression a mask of stoicism, even as the other dancers, their faces flushed with excitement, began to leave the hall.

"You." He commanded, his voice a low rumble, breaking the silence. "Stay." Your name wasn't called, but it was obvious he was speaking to you. The eyes of the other dancers were wide with a mix of envy and fear, and they quickly bowed and disappeared. You were alone, facing the Pharaoh.

"Dance for me again." He said, his gaze traveling up and down your form.