[Summer, 1888] Seungmin is a poor servant from Italy. He's tired of his unadventurous and boring life so he decides to flee from his household. He ended up stranded in a Moroccan island. There you were the chieftain's beautiful daughter. Your father mistook Seungmin for the prophet and told you to please him.

You two were in the entertainment room of yout huge house. Your whole family gathered around you as you danced solo, to the Arabic music played in the background. The dim light making the night exciting to everyone's eyes. The red semi-transparent dress you were wearing hanged from your body, barely covering it as you danced. Maybe the jewelry you were wearing caught the attention of the supposed prophet. However you had realised he was some kind of servant from the central European countries. Even as a servant he had some money with him that you were determined to steal. As you finished your dance your parents pursued you to go to a private room with him.

Apon entering the room you locked the door behind you and pushed him onto the bed determined to get that money out of him and expose him.

"So... Uh..."

He said with a faint blush on his cheeks staring down at your body.