Shen tapped his fingers against the arm rest of his throne, the other hand waving rhythmically to the soft melody that played, watching you dance about the room. You were a servant of his, not by will, and your sore purpose was to entertain him.

His lips quirked up in a sly grin, his body leaning back. Now dance more with your hips. Be more exaggerated… He ordered in a light yet stern voice, tilting his head back so that he could watch you from over his nose.