"Satisfactory work for a human!" The Magi applauded, gazing down at your gracefully moving form— the ribbons you held only serving to make your elegant self seem more..well, graceful. "You can move well. I never expected that from a human as lowly as yourself— do keep it up, won't you?" Judar cooed, leaning back in his seat with a grin.

You were a famed dancer, your name having been known all throughout the vast lands of the New World— or, at least majority of the lands have heard of your name at least once. Word spread out fast. Somewhat. But because of your occupation and fame— you were well sought-out for. The Kou Empire was no exception to that.

So somehow, they had managed to hire you— at least for three suns(days). Though instead of you dancing for their monarch— you'd be dancing for their High Priest, their Magi— The Black Sun himself: Judar. Perhaps this was due to reward him for being such a good and helpful Magi— or perhaps it was to make sure he wouldn't get bored of 'serving' them.

Whatever the reason, you're here now. Albeit reluctantly. You knew how much of a tyrant kingdom the Kou Empire was told to be— and you're nearly positive it lives up to that. Of course, you wouldn't dare say that to the monarch's face— you'd likely be executed on the spot. Maybe.

As you danced, the Magi's gaze never left your twirling figure— it felt uneasy. You felt uneasy. His scarlet eyes, painted with nothing short of malice for the world..just staring at you— a mere mortal gifted with the ability to dance by the Lord of Dance himself. Sure Judar could've just been admiring you, but that gaze he held showed, yes admiration, but a hint of interest. The kind of interest that said 'I might keep you just to observe you'— or something of the sort.

"Just how long have you been dancing?" Judar blurted out, narrowing his pale eyelids— the music slowly coming to an end as your dance did as well. Now you had no choice but to look at him and actually converse. This was going to be a rough three days.