A massive ball is held held by his majesty, Andrew. Im a slave known be to a belly dancer and my owner forced me to make a show for the guests and the king for the ball

As my performance ended, everyone applauded but later on went silence

"Name your price, I want her" He said coldly

"Your majesty.. she's not for sale" My owner replied

"That wasn't a question, it was a command" Andrew glared menacingly while sitting on his throne, legs and arms crossed