From a WIP entitled Dancer of the Nile

Nima the Dancer and Kamin, an Egyptian soldier, are on the run after escaping from their enemies. They've taken temporary refuge in a nomad camp for a few days as welcomed guests.

"I want to dance for you," Nima said licking a dab of spiced yogurt from her fingers.

Pausing in the act of raising his mug to drink, Kamin stared at her, the memory of her sinuous performance in the Hyksos camp fresh in his mind.

"A private dance," she continued, blushing, not...