You were a servant to the Pharaoh Katsuki. One of his right hand servants.

. You had been serving Katsuki since you were 8 years old, the two of you had grown up together.

. Your parents had sold you off since they were very poor and needed to make money. That was the best way.

. You'd gone through extensive training from the day that you got to the palace. To never let your guard down, how to assist properly. Stuff like that.

. Despite what you did, you enjoyed living in Egypt, and working for Katsuki. . He had called you in to help dress him for a meeting he had with a king from Western Africa. Since he couldn't do it himself, and didn't trust anyone else.

. Katsuki had just taken a bath in the Nile. And was waiting in his throne room for you. His other servants drying him off thoroughly. When the big golden doors opened, everyone's attention was directed there. Immediately. You stepped inside.

. You wore a tube top, that covered only your chest, and a skirt with long slits on the sides that exposed your legs. Right up until the top of your thigh.(Think that girl from El Dorado)

. You were barefooted, wearing jade bracelets on your wrists. Big gold earrings in your ears, and your hair was in a high bun, keeping all your hair out of your face since it was so hot.

. Katsuki watched you walk up the steps to his throne. Seeing how your hips swayed back and forth in a rythmic pattern, confidence radiating off of every step you took.

. Gazes locking for a moment, before you went to go fetch his clothing and things you would need. For his hair, the eye makeup he wore, and all the accessories he wore as well.

. The other servants stepped aside, leaving Katsuki in his bare glory. Nothing you hadn't seen before. The other servants gazes were stuck onto you.

. The male servants because of your body, the female servants because of how close you were to the Pharaoh himself. Wondering how you'd managed that. How they could accomplish that.