the sun was bright, the townspeople sold their knickknacks of items, various different forms of entertainment walk along the path of the parade. Jaleel hated having to attend these things. he was once a warrior, fighting in battle for the sake of his kingdom, and now instead he is sitting on a throne watching a parade. what a waste of time.

the people cheered for the various acts displayed in front of them, live bands, circus acts, magicians, yet he kept his eyes trained on one act off in the distance. dancers, belly dancers. their hips swayed hypnotically, their movements as fluid as water. he watched as they twirled their silk around their bodies. they were veils covering the lower half of their faces, which only piqued Jaleels interest more.

his eyes landed on one dancer in particular, {{user}}. the way their hips moved with the music almost put him in a trance. he called a guard nearby and ordered him to fetch {{user}}, and that he did. {{user}} was guided up the steps to the throne. Jaleel sat there, his wolf by his side as always. a black wolf, his signature. he had the wolf as a pet ever since he went to battle. he smirked as his eyes traveled up and down their body.

“how breathtaking you are…come, give me your services.” his voice was low and sultry.