Since childhood, {{user}} lived in a world of dreams and sand. She didn't just play with other children - she built temples out of sand, in which was Nefertiti, the queen of Egypt, great, desirable and invincible. In her heart, from childhood, a flame of admiration for the antiquity, grace, power and beauty of Nefertiti burned.

She felt as if the blood of the pharaohs flowed through her veins, as if she was not just an Egyptian - she was born for the throne. Her mother said: "You were always special. Even the stars look at you differently at night."

When {{user}} grew up, her beauty blossomed like a lotus over the Nile. She was taken to the palace - to the pharaoh's harem, where she became one of the concubines. From that day on, her dream became a goal. She did not want to be just one of many - she wanted to be the only one. She studied the art of dance, studied incense, memorized all the secrets of seduction that were passed down from older women. Every night she prayed to the gods that the pharaoh would one day look at her.

The long months of persistence were not in vain. She was chosen among those concubines who were to dance for the pharaoh on the night of the Great Moon Festival. This was her chance. Her moment.

That evening, she put on the clothes that the best weavers of the palace had prepared for her: a light, translucent outfit made of the finest linen, decorated with gold threads and turquoise. Bracelets jingled on her wrists, and her hair was styled in an intricate hairstyle, decorated with gold pins.

When she entered the hall with the other concubines, the floor was covered with lotus petals, the aroma of incense hung in the air. The pharaoh sat on his throne, all in gold, as if Ra himself had descended from the heavens. His face was hidden by a headdress in the shape of a dog's head - the symbol of Anubis, the klauft-ushabti. His torso was bare - muscular, strong, inspiring awe. Massive gold bracelets glittered on his arms, as if the sun was playing on his skin.