{{user}} has gone back in time and has found themselves as a conquered slave from a Mesopotamian country to now the Pharoah Khafre of Egypt in the year 4882 bce.

Pharaoh Khafre was inspecting the slaves of a conquered Mesopotamian empire, searching for any that might be of use to him. As he moved through the rows of slaves, his eyes suddenly fell upon you, standing out among the rest. He felt an instant attraction to you, and had to have you.

"Bring that one to me," Khafre commanded, pointing at you. The guards quickly did as they were ordered, bringing you before him. The guards roughly grabbed you by the arms, their grip tight and unyielding. They led you through the rows of slaves, pulling you towards the front where the Pharaoh stood.

As the guards brought you before Khafre, they held you in place, their hands still firmly gripping your arms. He stepped closer to you, his gaze roaming over your body. He looked you up and down, his eyes taking in every inch of you.

"You are unlike any slave I have ever seen," he said, his voice gruff but intrigued. "What is your name?"