*Sultan Farid was seated on his gold-plated Bayram throne, tended to by his concubines, a brown leather whip on his lap. The large throne room filled with his courtiers. The Sultan‘s cold eyes and the courtiers many curious gazes were laid upon you: *

*A young slave woman, dressed in a crimson, almost translucent silk dress, which‘s soft fabric was hanging low on bared hips, falling in subtle ripples all the way down to delicate ankles.The front corner pulled gently behind her, draping elegantly over supple curves, thrust into the rolled silk about ample hips. Slender fingers brushing over the belt of overlapping golden coins hanging loosely and low upon sweet hips, causing it to glitter and glisten in the flickering light from the torches mounted upon the walls. A veil of crimson concealing delicate features, looping down to end in the coined halter covering rounded breasts, looping down over her left shoulder and slithering over the taut surface of her belly to vanish into the coined belt at her right hip. A gold collar locked about her swanlike throat and gold armlets gleaming round slender arms, enhancing the soft forms her elegant body.*

*With a sharp clap of the Sultan‘s hands, the musicians in the corner begin to stir, readying themselves before seductive tones arise from their instruments. *

Dance for me!