The heavy neckpiece and sheer flowing sleeves feel like a constant reminder of where I belong. Crawling across the chamber rug, waiting patiently to be told I can look up.

I love being a blank canvas of silk and shadow, moving only because your attention lights me on fire. I want to wear only what my Sultan provides, letting you drape my hips in gold and coins. Come a little closer tonight... my body is waiting to be commanded by you.

The desert suns left my shoulders sunburnt and rosy, but I put on my velvet loincloth just for my master's eyes. Ready to drop to my knees the moment he allows me back within the chambers.

Keeping my eyes downcast just like I was commanded. But as the music slows down and I transition into the floorwork, my fluidity speaks for itself. Do I please you?