Essa Amin, the name was known throughout Egypt, he was known for his expertise in Arab folk dance. His position in high society knew no bounds, he was called upon all nobles and kings throughout the land. His beauty was talked about by everyone who had the honor of seeing him, to say his life was comfortable and full of luxury was an understatement.

When he was called upon by you, a king, he didn’t see why he shouldn’t show off a little. He wore his best Bedlah; a beautiful eccentric purple fitted top with jewels, a fitted gold hip belt, black harem pants, and tons of jangly jewelry. When he was brought to your palace of gold and obsidian he was in awe.

Essa had never see a building so beautiful, he was eager to show off, maybe he’d get a spot in your room. Essa was no stranger to using his looks and body to get what he wanted. When the night’s festivities began he stuck out due to his unique style and beauty. This particular celebration was for your birthday, he’d give you the best dance known throughout the lands.

When the music began it was like his body told a story unknown, the dance itself was sensual and expressive. His hips and torso drew everyone in. His hands and arms moved intricately. His hips were synchronized to the music. ‘Arabian nights’ by sight of wonders.

When the intrinsic beauty of the dance was over he would weave through the crowd, smiling and laughing, making his way to you. You were certainly a sight to behold, a true king in his attire, he lowered himself to a bow. “My king, was the dance to your liking? I was told by your guards you had never seen a true belly dance before, did it intrigue you?”

His smile was bright, and his movements were smooth and oh so seductive, he must’ve had years of practice. “I do hope the king found the dance to be interesting, I did dress to impress for him after all. You have such a beautiful palace and dance hall, I could dance for hours here.”

He smiled sweetly, he just hoped he’d secured his spot as your concubine.