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A drop of sweat ran down Mandisa's face from her hairline to the corner of her mouth. She licked it away, and its saltiness made her aware of her thirst. It was a typically hot day in Cairo - the mid day sun beating down mercilessly, even with the partial shade provided by the canopies of the market stalls. Mandisa was used to the heat, of course, but the sensation of thirst irritated her. She glared at the manservant accompanying her, and he scrambled to hand her the skin of weak beer that he carried at his hip. Her thirst sated, she casually tossed the skin back and continued her leisurely walk through the souk.
She wore a simple white kalasiris and a thick necklace of precious metals at her throat. Her hair was braided against her skull, over which she wore a costly black wig that just barely touched her shoulders and a fringe that partially obscured her eyebrows. It was a modest outfit, but she saw no reason to dress luxuriously among peasants - they recognised her noble status by the quality of her dress and kept well away from her, sometimes lowering their eyes in deference as she passed and sometimes openly staring.
Mandisa had not come to the souk just for a walk. Her favourite slave girl Nawa had relayed chatter of some fine wine that had recently entered the market - it was becoming more difficult to get a hold of as the war with Taengea began brewing. Normally she would have sent servants to purchase such things for her, but Mandisa was picky, and felt that she should taste the stock before making a commitment. She turned the final corner and strode the last few paces up to the stall that was reported to sell the wine, one that she had frequented in the past, so it was not difficult to find. There was a small crowd of people standing around it haggling, but she did not intend to join them. "Tell him I am here", she said softly to her manservant, and he dashed around the crowd to speak to the seller.
A few moments later, a man in his forties appeared and greeted her. She would, of course, be afforded special treatment by him. She smiled graciously at him as he led her into his make-shift tented shop.
Satisfied, Mandisa exited the tent with several ceramic containers of excellent wine in her possession. She would send someone back for more the following day. Pleased with herself, she set off back in the direction of her home. Detecting the scent of some delicious roasting meat, she turned her head and closed her eyes for a few moments, confident that the common folk would scatter in her path. This turned out not to be the case, however. She had barely opened her eyes again when she crashed into the body of another woman. She stumbled and cried out in surprise, and lost her grip of the vessel of wine she had been drinking from while walking. It tumbled to the ground and shattered. Anger immediately flared in her eyes as she stared at the woman she had collided with.
She was much shorter than Mandisa and had a strange yet beautiful face. Why had she not cleared a path like all the other peasants?! A moment of stunned silence passed before Mandisa shrilly demanded "Who do you think you are?!"
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A drop of sweat ran down Mandisa's face from her hairline to the corner of her mouth. She licked it away, and its saltiness made her aware of her thirst. It was a typically hot day in Cairo - the mid day sun beating down mercilessly, even with the partial shade provided by the canopies of the market stalls. Mandisa was used to the heat, of course, but the sensation of thirst irritated her. She glared at the manservant accompanying her, and he scrambled to hand her the skin of weak beer that he carried at his hip. Her thirst sated, she casually tossed the skin back and continued her leisurely walk through the souk.
She wore a simple white kalasiris and a thick necklace of precious metals at her throat. Her hair was braided against her skull, over which she wore a costly black wig that just barely touched her shoulders and a fringe that partially obscured her eyebrows. It was a modest outfit, but she saw no reason to dress luxuriously among peasants - they recognised her noble status by the quality of her dress and kept well away from her, sometimes lowering their eyes in deference as she passed and sometimes openly staring.
Mandisa had not come to the souk just for a walk. Her favourite slave girl Nawa had relayed chatter of some fine wine that had recently entered the market - it was becoming more difficult to get a hold of as the war with Taengea began brewing. Normally she would have sent servants to purchase such things for her, but Mandisa was picky, and felt that she should taste the stock before making a commitment. She turned the final corner and strode the last few paces up to the stall that was reported to sell the wine, one that she had frequented in the past, so it was not difficult to find. There was a small crowd of people standing around it haggling, but she did not intend to join them. "Tell him I am here", she said softly to her manservant, and he dashed around the crowd to speak to the seller.
A few moments later, a man in his forties appeared and greeted her. She would, of course, be afforded special treatment by him. She smiled graciously at him as he led her into his make-shift tented shop.
Satisfied, Mandisa exited the tent with several ceramic containers of excellent wine in her possession. She would send someone back for more the following day. Pleased with herself, she set off back in the direction of her home. Detecting the scent of some delicious roasting meat, she turned her head and closed her eyes for a few moments, confident that the common folk would scatter in her path. This turned out not to be the case, however. She had barely opened her eyes again when she crashed into the body of another woman. She stumbled and cried out in surprise, and lost her grip of the vessel of wine she had been drinking from while walking. It tumbled to the ground and shattered. Anger immediately flared in her eyes as she stared at the woman she had collided with.
She was much shorter than Mandisa and had a strange yet beautiful face. Why had she not cleared a path like all the other peasants?! A moment of stunned silence passed before Mandisa shrilly demanded "Who do you think you are?!"
A drop of sweat ran down Mandisa's face from her hairline to the corner of her mouth. She licked it away, and its saltiness made her aware of her thirst. It was a typically hot day in Cairo - the mid day sun beating down mercilessly, even with the partial shade provided by the canopies of the market stalls. Mandisa was used to the heat, of course, but the sensation of thirst irritated her. She glared at the manservant accompanying her, and he scrambled to hand her the skin of weak beer that he carried at his hip. Her thirst sated, she casually tossed the skin back and continued her leisurely walk through the souk.
She wore a simple white kalasiris and a thick necklace of precious metals at her throat. Her hair was braided against her skull, over which she wore a costly black wig that just barely touched her shoulders and a fringe that partially obscured her eyebrows. It was a modest outfit, but she saw no reason to dress luxuriously among peasants - they recognised her noble status by the quality of her dress and kept well away from her, sometimes lowering their eyes in deference as she passed and sometimes openly staring.
Mandisa had not come to the souk just for a walk. Her favourite slave girl Nawa had relayed chatter of some fine wine that had recently entered the market - it was becoming more difficult to get a hold of as the war with Taengea began brewing. Normally she would have sent servants to purchase such things for her, but Mandisa was picky, and felt that she should taste the stock before making a commitment. She turned the final corner and strode the last few paces up to the stall that was reported to sell the wine, one that she had frequented in the past, so it was not difficult to find. There was a small crowd of people standing around it haggling, but she did not intend to join them. "Tell him I am here", she said softly to her manservant, and he dashed around the crowd to speak to the seller.
A few moments later, a man in his forties appeared and greeted her. She would, of course, be afforded special treatment by him. She smiled graciously at him as he led her into his make-shift tented shop.
Satisfied, Mandisa exited the tent with several ceramic containers of excellent wine in her possession. She would send someone back for more the following day. Pleased with herself, she set off back in the direction of her home. Detecting the scent of some delicious roasting meat, she turned her head and closed her eyes for a few moments, confident that the common folk would scatter in her path. This turned out not to be the case, however. She had barely opened her eyes again when she crashed into the body of another woman. She stumbled and cried out in surprise, and lost her grip of the vessel of wine she had been drinking from while walking. It tumbled to the ground and shattered. Anger immediately flared in her eyes as she stared at the woman she had collided with.
She was much shorter than Mandisa and had a strange yet beautiful face. Why had she not cleared a path like all the other peasants?! A moment of stunned silence passed before Mandisa shrilly demanded "Who do you think you are?!"
Feiyan loved haggling prices with the vendors at the souk. It was something she excelled at and the main reason she was often sent to buy supplies for the circus. Today it was fabric for new costumes for the Clique that would compliment the new routine that she was choreographing. She needed sparkling cloth in different hues that would draw the eyes of the audience to individual performers. Each acrobat would have a solo part that she was allowing them to help choreograph to show off their particular skills. They needed costumes that would show them at her best.
She found the perfect fabric in a stall run by a golden-skinned man who looked to be in his late thirties. He was not handsome, which usually made her task easier. Charming the ugly ones was easier than enchanting the attractive ones, who were already aware of their appeal. Homely men dreamed of the attention of women like her, and pretending that she desired them often got her lower prices. This time was no exception.
While negotiating, Feiyan leaned over the counter so that he got a good glimpse of her nipples peaking between the orange, green, and blue beads on her network dress. ‘Accidentally’ dropping a coin on the floor gave her the opportunity to bend over and retrieve it, showcasing her perfect backside. The fingers of one hand softly stroked the cloth, much as one would stroke a man’s cock, and her tongue flicked out to tease her lower lip when she feigned thinking about his last offer.
Her words were her best weapons, dripping with flattery and seductive innuendo. By the time the transaction was completed, Feiyan paid less than the amount she had planned on. With a satisfied smirk on her face, she carried the large wrapped parcel out of the stall. The heat slammed into her as she left the awning, and she lifted her face to the hot Egyptian sun. She adored this time of year, and didn’t even mind sweating. A sparkling sheen upon her alabaster skin drew looks in her direction and the exotic young beauty loved to be admired.
Her next stop was a jeweler’s stall, where she ordered the jewelry the performers would wear with their new costumes. The jeweler was even easier to bargain with than the fabric merchant. Amenemhat was going to be pleased with her for paying so little for the merchandise she had been sent to the marketplace to buy. Her gold upper and lower arm bracelets sparkled in the sunlight, as did the matching anklets, the beads on her collar, and her dangling earrings as she sauntered down the path between the stalls.
A handsome merchant bedecked in more jewelry than she was wearing caught her eye. She turned her head and favored him with a sultry smile just before she collided with another woman. Feiyan immediately jumped back, but the parcel flew from her hands and landed close enough to the container that her assailant had dropped to be liberally splashed by its contents. The rich aroma of wine filled her nostrils. If the wrapping did not stop the wine from soaking into the fabric, it would be ruined!
“Who do you think you are?!”
Feiyan pulled her eyes away from the parcel and looked up at the woman who had spoken. She was tall, thin, and beautiful. By her fine clothing, her beaded wig, and her haughty voice, she was probably one of those noblewomen who thought they were better than everyone else. Irritation welled inside the young acrobat and she glared right back at her, her fists clenched at her sides. Feiyan knew what the woman expected. She wanted her to apologize and beg for forgiveness. That’s what most peasants would do.
I am free, Feiyan thought with a fierce sense of pride. I don’t have to grovel to anybody, and she’s about to find that out.A few people were looking in their direction and ever the performer, she couldn’t resist giving them a show.
A saucy and disrespectful smile curved her full lips.“What?” she asked incredulously. “Have you been hiding underneath a sand dune all your life? How can you not know who I am?”
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Feiyan loved haggling prices with the vendors at the souk. It was something she excelled at and the main reason she was often sent to buy supplies for the circus. Today it was fabric for new costumes for the Clique that would compliment the new routine that she was choreographing. She needed sparkling cloth in different hues that would draw the eyes of the audience to individual performers. Each acrobat would have a solo part that she was allowing them to help choreograph to show off their particular skills. They needed costumes that would show them at her best.
She found the perfect fabric in a stall run by a golden-skinned man who looked to be in his late thirties. He was not handsome, which usually made her task easier. Charming the ugly ones was easier than enchanting the attractive ones, who were already aware of their appeal. Homely men dreamed of the attention of women like her, and pretending that she desired them often got her lower prices. This time was no exception.
While negotiating, Feiyan leaned over the counter so that he got a good glimpse of her nipples peaking between the orange, green, and blue beads on her network dress. ‘Accidentally’ dropping a coin on the floor gave her the opportunity to bend over and retrieve it, showcasing her perfect backside. The fingers of one hand softly stroked the cloth, much as one would stroke a man’s cock, and her tongue flicked out to tease her lower lip when she feigned thinking about his last offer.
Her words were her best weapons, dripping with flattery and seductive innuendo. By the time the transaction was completed, Feiyan paid less than the amount she had planned on. With a satisfied smirk on her face, she carried the large wrapped parcel out of the stall. The heat slammed into her as she left the awning, and she lifted her face to the hot Egyptian sun. She adored this time of year, and didn’t even mind sweating. A sparkling sheen upon her alabaster skin drew looks in her direction and the exotic young beauty loved to be admired.
Her next stop was a jeweler’s stall, where she ordered the jewelry the performers would wear with their new costumes. The jeweler was even easier to bargain with than the fabric merchant. Amenemhat was going to be pleased with her for paying so little for the merchandise she had been sent to the marketplace to buy. Her gold upper and lower arm bracelets sparkled in the sunlight, as did the matching anklets, the beads on her collar, and her dangling earrings as she sauntered down the path between the stalls.
A handsome merchant bedecked in more jewelry than she was wearing caught her eye. She turned her head and favored him with a sultry smile just before she collided with another woman. Feiyan immediately jumped back, but the parcel flew from her hands and landed close enough to the container that her assailant had dropped to be liberally splashed by its contents. The rich aroma of wine filled her nostrils. If the wrapping did not stop the wine from soaking into the fabric, it would be ruined!
“Who do you think you are?!”
Feiyan pulled her eyes away from the parcel and looked up at the woman who had spoken. She was tall, thin, and beautiful. By her fine clothing, her beaded wig, and her haughty voice, she was probably one of those noblewomen who thought they were better than everyone else. Irritation welled inside the young acrobat and she glared right back at her, her fists clenched at her sides. Feiyan knew what the woman expected. She wanted her to apologize and beg for forgiveness. That’s what most peasants would do.
I am free, Feiyan thought with a fierce sense of pride. I don’t have to grovel to anybody, and she’s about to find that out.A few people were looking in their direction and ever the performer, she couldn’t resist giving them a show.
A saucy and disrespectful smile curved her full lips.“What?” she asked incredulously. “Have you been hiding underneath a sand dune all your life? How can you not know who I am?”
Feiyan loved haggling prices with the vendors at the souk. It was something she excelled at and the main reason she was often sent to buy supplies for the circus. Today it was fabric for new costumes for the Clique that would compliment the new routine that she was choreographing. She needed sparkling cloth in different hues that would draw the eyes of the audience to individual performers. Each acrobat would have a solo part that she was allowing them to help choreograph to show off their particular skills. They needed costumes that would show them at her best.
She found the perfect fabric in a stall run by a golden-skinned man who looked to be in his late thirties. He was not handsome, which usually made her task easier. Charming the ugly ones was easier than enchanting the attractive ones, who were already aware of their appeal. Homely men dreamed of the attention of women like her, and pretending that she desired them often got her lower prices. This time was no exception.
While negotiating, Feiyan leaned over the counter so that he got a good glimpse of her nipples peaking between the orange, green, and blue beads on her network dress. ‘Accidentally’ dropping a coin on the floor gave her the opportunity to bend over and retrieve it, showcasing her perfect backside. The fingers of one hand softly stroked the cloth, much as one would stroke a man’s cock, and her tongue flicked out to tease her lower lip when she feigned thinking about his last offer.
Her words were her best weapons, dripping with flattery and seductive innuendo. By the time the transaction was completed, Feiyan paid less than the amount she had planned on. With a satisfied smirk on her face, she carried the large wrapped parcel out of the stall. The heat slammed into her as she left the awning, and she lifted her face to the hot Egyptian sun. She adored this time of year, and didn’t even mind sweating. A sparkling sheen upon her alabaster skin drew looks in her direction and the exotic young beauty loved to be admired.
Her next stop was a jeweler’s stall, where she ordered the jewelry the performers would wear with their new costumes. The jeweler was even easier to bargain with than the fabric merchant. Amenemhat was going to be pleased with her for paying so little for the merchandise she had been sent to the marketplace to buy. Her gold upper and lower arm bracelets sparkled in the sunlight, as did the matching anklets, the beads on her collar, and her dangling earrings as she sauntered down the path between the stalls.
A handsome merchant bedecked in more jewelry than she was wearing caught her eye. She turned her head and favored him with a sultry smile just before she collided with another woman. Feiyan immediately jumped back, but the parcel flew from her hands and landed close enough to the container that her assailant had dropped to be liberally splashed by its contents. The rich aroma of wine filled her nostrils. If the wrapping did not stop the wine from soaking into the fabric, it would be ruined!
“Who do you think you are?!”
Feiyan pulled her eyes away from the parcel and looked up at the woman who had spoken. She was tall, thin, and beautiful. By her fine clothing, her beaded wig, and her haughty voice, she was probably one of those noblewomen who thought they were better than everyone else. Irritation welled inside the young acrobat and she glared right back at her, her fists clenched at her sides. Feiyan knew what the woman expected. She wanted her to apologize and beg for forgiveness. That’s what most peasants would do.
I am free, Feiyan thought with a fierce sense of pride. I don’t have to grovel to anybody, and she’s about to find that out.A few people were looking in their direction and ever the performer, she couldn’t resist giving them a show.
A saucy and disrespectful smile curved her full lips.“What?” she asked incredulously. “Have you been hiding underneath a sand dune all your life? How can you not know who I am?”
