Melinoe had been rather on edge the entire day. It had been a couple of weeks since Bakura dropped her off at the palace and Christine had taken her in. At the moment Mel was setting up stuff for a festival within the palace, some party to celebrate Hathor. Normally she would have felt iffy on participating in an event hosted for a deity outside of her pantheon, but she had grown used to Egyptian customs, and was looking forward to wearing something that was a hybrid between her culture and theirs. Would that be kind of foolish of her to do? Most likely but it'd look good for her that way.

Christine, on the other hand, was relaxing in the royal gardens, admiring the papyrus, lotus, grapes, olive, acacia, willow, tamarisk, palm, and sycamore. Seeing her servant Melinoe, she summons the young woman to her side. "Mel, how are preparations for the celebration coming along?" She asks with a small smile.

"They are going well. The other servants are  being helpful yet Mana's been trying to piss me off lately." The incognito goddess responds before sitting down. Christine chuckled at her statement.  "Of course she is. You're rather beautiful yet foreign. Egyptians tend to not enjoy foreigners." Christine pointed out calmly

Melinoe huffed. "Unfortunately being Greek tends to do that...forget I said that." She says looking scared at her confession.

Christine hummed. "I kind of figured that out. Your accent is what gave you away along with your swearing. Also I'm sorry if our festivals make you feel uncomfortable...I know that you're probably uncomfortable with preparing for gods that don't fit your pantheon." She murmured softly.

Melinoe relaxed and rubbed her arms. "Thank you for being open-minded to that. I greatly appreciate it. Priest Aknadin doesn't quite like my existence. Old bastard.I don't feel comfortable around him." She muttered, looking rather dark at mentioning that priest.

Christine looked concerned at her servant's expression, it looked downright murderous in  intent. "Melinoe, I know that Aknadin makes you uncomfortable, just keep me and Atem in the loop. Atem cares about your safety and so do I," she promises with a small smile.

The young goddess nodded before a couple of the dancers started to drag her away. "Hey Christie...help me!" She squealed.

Christine huffed. "Remove your hands from my friend. You cannot just drag her off. Ask her first." She said sternly as the dancers let her go.

"Can we please take you Melinoe? We need a new dancer for one is sick." They ask.

Melinoe nodded. "Yes you can. Christine, I will see you tonight." She says before walking with the dancers.

(Time skip to preparing Melinoe for the festival)

The dancers stripped Melinoe to bare skin, and shoved her into a milk and honey bath to soften her skin. While that was happening, a dancer worked on her hair. A mixture of olive oil, palm wine, and honey was used to make her hair soft and clean.

After that, she was moved into a water bath, and given a sugar paste to remove hair. "Ouch! Hey! Careful with the hair." Melinoe yelped out, glad that she didn't get her sacred spot waxed. Soon after that, they picked her up and shoved her into a red and black belly dancing outfit.

(Mini Time skip to the festival)

As soon as the music started, smoke filled the decorated room, allowing Melinoe to slip into the room to start her performance.

Both Atem and Christine watched as their newest servant performed for them. "Her movements are fluid like the Nile, and just as powerful." He comments before Christine chuckled.

"She is better than some of the veterans. Though it helps that she is of foreign blood. Definitely more curvy than us." Christine pointed out as Melinoe's dancing picked up with the music.

Bakura slipped into the palace, knowing that since it was a festival, he couldn't be punished for his sins. Noticing Melinoe dancing in what he would consider his colors, made a particular part of him harden. Smirking he pulled her close to him when she danced close enough to grab. 

"Hello Little Gem. You look stunning." He purred nuzzling the smaller one's neck. He could smell the subtle hint of perfume on her skin; the smell of honey and lotus with some foreign flower aka vanilla enticing him. "You smell good too."

"Bakura...you are not to be here. What if the Pharaoh or my Mistress catch you with me?" She whispered harshly before feeling herself get pinned to a pillar. Large hazel eyes met angular purple ones.

"I am not afraid of them. I know what I want. I do not fear getting caught Little Gem." He muttered before pressing his teeth to her neck to mark her.

Christine, having wondered where Melinoe was, snuck up on the duo. "Dear Brother, what are you doing with my friend?" She asked calmly before hearing him chuckle.

"Just admiring her beauty dear sister. After all she is mine. My little gem." Bakura growled possessively.

(will be making a part 2 due to length.)

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