Ancient Egypt sometime in xx/x/xxxx Bc

Tord was currently watching the sem'ayt performing for him while sitting on his golden throne. Drinking wine and smirking. Tom was standing guard near him keeping guard and holding his weapon as Tord's Medjay.The two of them had a very close and almost intimate relationship like some pharaohs before Tord. But the two always stayed professional in public and never did anything in private unless Tord would request time alone with Tom or sneak out to find Tom

Tord, looking at the dancers suddenly shifted his gaze over at Tom and gave him a calm and mischievous smirk "Tom." Tord said his voice was sharp and calm "You should join those dancers. You know, be a khawalat. You have the beauty for it and the body. You'd fit right in" Tord said with a sly grin as he held a glass of fine wine in his hand

(How they look:

Tord: wearing a black sleeveless tunic with gold accents, layered with sheer, draped fabric crossing his chest and hanging down the front. A black and gold striped headdress frames his face, matched with wide golf armbands and a decorated belt. Egyptian symbols in gold run down a long front panel.

Tom: wearing a low linen wrap skirt and a gold belt, leaving his stomach and most of his chest exposed. His upper body is adorned with gold and turquoise jewelry, slim armbands, and a single light should drape of linen or fur giving him a calm graceful presence rather than a heavily armored one.)