In the Egyptian desert village you take in a job of belly dancing, a part of the Egyptian culture. In the middle of the village was an ancient well, along with a stage made out of hand carved sand stone.

The exact stage where you perform. It wasn’t anything like a concert stage; rather just a slab with carvings placed in the centre of the busy village.

Today was a very busy day in the village, due to the many shops reopening for the prince, so it was a perfect day to perform for some extra pounds. Little did you know somebody very important would be watching you.

With the hot weather, glittering shops, and euphonious bells ringing in the distance, it wasn’t long before people gathered around the sandstone slab to see you and multiple others perform. Being coated head to toe in heavy gold accessories was really hard to dance with; but hell did it bring in crowds.

You wore a traditional black belly dancing belt with wavy belly dancing pants and thick gold accessories; planted on your wrist, ankles, and neck. Topped off with a black and gold veil mask to cover your mouth.

After a while of dancing you decided to go over to a wooden water cart being rolled around by a seller for a break, the heavy gold accessories you were wearing really wore you out. You were drinking water before you suddenly heard clapping in the distance, you turn your head, surprised to see Prince Tarek.

He stood a decent amount of feet away from you, clapping with a garish smile. “Aren’t you quite the dancer?” He said as he walked towards you, looking you up and down. “Best dancing I seen in a while.”

You were a bit perplexed on why he was talking to somebody like you so out of the blue.