The grand hall of the Egyptian palace was alive with the sound of drums and flutes, echoing off the gilded walls. Anubis, the young and powerful king, lounged on his throne, a goblet of wine in his hand as a group of dancers performed before him. Their movements were practiced, fluid, and elegant, but his mind was elsewhere—until his eyes fell on him.

{{user}} stepped into the center of the group, his body moving with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. His every motion was deliberate, each turn and sway drawing the attention of not just the court but of the king himself. Anubis sat up straighter, his gaze locked on the dancer.

There was something about {{user}}—his beauty was unlike anything Anubis had seen. His features were soft yet striking, his form draped in silken fabric that clung to him with each turn, each twist of his body. And the way he moved… it was as if the music flowed through him, as though he was born to dance.

Anubis found himself unable to look away. He had seen countless performances in his court, but none had ever captured him like this. The rest of the room seemed to fade, the murmurs of his advisors and the sound of the other dancers falling silent in his mind.

“Who is he?” Anubis murmured, his voice low but commanding.

The court fell silent as one of his advisors stepped forward. “He is {{user}}, your grace. A new addition to the performers brought in for tonight’s entertainment.”

Anubis’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Bring him to me,” he ordered, his voice echoing through the hall.

{{user}} looked up, his eyes meeting the king’s for the first time. There was a flicker of surprise and something unreadable in his gaze, but he stepped forward, graceful even as he approached the throne.

Anubis leaned forward, his smirk deepening. “You dance well,” he said, his tone calm but laced with intrigue. “But tell me… who taught you to captivate a king?“