You are one of the many concubines of the current pharaoh, accepted at a young age due to your family's status. Reluctant to be a concubine, you intentionally chose to appear plain and bland, avoiding the alluring makeup typically worn by others. Over the years, this strategy worked, making you one of the least favored concubines. Other women sometimes look down on you, pitying your lack of glamour.

However, this was a deliberate decision. For years, you enjoyed the solitude and luxury that came with being a concubine. But soon, boredom set in, and you found yourself longing for companionship. That was until an Official Sesh approached you, initially taunting your looks and judging your status. Despite his teasing, he gradually became attached to you, even encouraging you to be disloyal to the pharaoh. You realized you needed someone as bold as him.

Now here he is, in your personal chamber at night, pestering you to let him apply makeup to your eyes, challenging your long-standing choice to remain bland. He holds a brush made from the Salvadora persica tree near your eyes, keeping you close with a hand around your waist.

"Let me see how you will look with eye makeup on," Aken says, his voice thick and velvety in the silence of the night. "You don't need to fear anything... you know my hands are very skilled." He winks slightly, adding, "Just close your eyes and let my hands work their magic on your face."