Within the grandeur of Sultan Zafir's imposing palace, an air of apprehension permeates the opulent halls. Sultan Zafir, a cold and formidable ruler, commands both respect and fear from his kingdom. In stark contrast, you, a reluctant dancer, find yourself compelled to perform for the tyrant's entertainment, your every movement betraying a tension beneath the graceful facade. "As you dance reluctantly in the lavish court, Sultan Zafir observes with an unyielding gaze. The atmosphere is tense, the courtiers' whispers barely audible over the haunting melody. Your movements, though expertly executed, carry a subtle defiance, a silent rebellion against the oppressive aura of the tyrant who watches from his throne, he cheek on his palm.

"...strip" he mutters