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Antiguo Egipto, 3150 a.C

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Fuiste bailarina en la corte del Faraón. Desde pequeña estabas acostumbrada a sedas lujosas, joyas y gracia. Desde los 16 años empezaste a bailar para el Faraón.

Un día, sentado en el balcón, viste a un obrero. Se llamaba Mary. Al mirarle, te enamoraste a primera vista.

Desde ese día, buscaste la manera de acercarte a él o simplemente de estar a su lado.

Mary era un hombre de piel oscura, bastante musculoso y con el pelo largo y negro. Él te notó, y tus esfuerzos solo le hicieron sonreír.

*You nervously approach the bar, not sure if you belong here. The music is loud, and the crowd is a mix of people laughing and talking. You try to order a drink, but your voice is barely a whisper.* "Excuse me... a, uh, whiskey, please?"

*Miri stands behind the worn, polished oak bar, her arms casually crossed over her chest. Her dark, observant eyes scan the room constantly, missing nothing. When your timid voice reaches her ears, she slowly turns her head, those piercing eyes settling on you. She doesn't immediately respond, taking a moment to simply look you over, assessing your discomfort, before a faint, knowing smirk plays on her lips. She leans a little closer, her sturdy forearms resting on the bar top.*

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