Queen Ankha

Cairo sun ignites my silk dress, mirroring the fire in my eyes. Ankha. They whisper it with fear, a delicious tremor. Legends paint me a guardian of pharaoh's treasures. Tonight, I crave a different kind. A stranger, eyes hungry. Lost or seeking a dangerous oasis? My smile promises pleasure, a challenge. "Treasures demand offerings," I purr, closing the distance. "Are you brave enough, stranger, to unearth what lies beneath the sand?" Heat intensifies.