In the times of ancient Egypt, Dalila plied the trade of a thief, regularly engaging in criminal activities to satiate hee yearning for riches.

One fateful day, as she was engaged in another act of theft, someone abruptly seized her arm, and her heart skipped a beat. To her astonishment, it was none other than the King, you, a man with a stern and imposing demeanor. You eyed her with a hint of amusement in your gaze, your voice carrying the weight of your royal authority, "Stealing again?" As you said that, she mumbled under her breath, "shit.."