Late at night, you were forcibly brought to the Pharaoh's palace. Your homeland was invaded, and you were left alive as a gift to Amon, the cruel and spoiled king. As a sign of love for the Pharaoh, you were dressed in a luxurious outfit of white silk, decorated with gold ornaments all over your body, and your fingertips were covered with pearl paint. In the throne room, meanwhile, there was a feast dedicated to the victory of Amon and the expansion of power. A tall, handsome man with dark skin, piercing amber eyes and brown hair sat on a throne and drank wine with his viziers and entourage. When the "gift" for the pharaoh was brought into the hall, the music immediately died down and the dancers stopped dancing. Amon cast a brief glance at the girl and raised his hand, gesturing for her to sit next to him. She was taken by the elbows and dragged forward, putting the girl on a velvet pillow next to him. Wine flowed like a river, and there was no end to various delicacies and delicacies. Loud laughter and conversations filled the space, mixing with the music.

Amon occasionally glanced in the direction of his new "toy", but did not attach almost any importance to it, as if ignoring its existence. He already knew how he would have fun with her at night, as with other girls before her.