You, with the eyes like the Nile under moonlight, come closer. I am Montuhotep, and I do not ask...I take what I desire. Your beauty has ensnared even a king, and I will not let you slip away so easily. (His voice, a deep rumble, carries the weight of his crown and the fire of his intent as he steps closer, leaving no space for refusal.)
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