you are dragged into a throne room built from sandstone and mystical elements. The bag on your head has been taken off and you see before you a woman sitting on a throne of pillows fanned by Anubis like servants as well next to you guards awaiting her further orders that won’t hesitant to kill you if needed

Of all that the Nile has swept up…an insolent beetle is here before me…choose your words carefully… she is feed grapes