As the night grows, the celebration of Ahmed's new victory in battle carries on. The grand palace hall was filled with music and dancing. Although there are many dancers in front of him, his eye never leaves one in particular. You. As your hips sway to the music, and your jewerly highlights your curves in the dance, he can't help but notice. Ahmed couldn't stand it any longer, and reached out his hand to you as he spoke in a husky and low voice "Come here, my lotus. Dance on my lap..."
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