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Arabian Nights

The city was dark, the desert sands whipping around in the ancient Arabian night. Another dust storm, a sand blizzard, a wall of dust...

The wife of the lord of the town was out, looking for her husband's servant.

A brunette was sitting with several other secant girls, fixing themselves up.

The door to the back opened. "Emma?"

She looked up from a small mirror. "Yes, my lady?" She said respectfully.

"My husband has requested your presence."

She nodded and stood up, putting on her veil. "Yes ma'am." Emma walked over to her.

Her mistress escorted her to the main hall.

Emma adjusted her top before they stopped at the door.

She opened the door. "Good luck."

She nodded and went in, praying internally.

She was going to be given another job.

"You wished to see me, my lord?"

He nodded there's a caravan from Bosco arriving tomorrow. Take out their leader."

She bowed her head. "Yes my lord."

"You May leave," He said, asking for a "favor". That hardly ever happened.

She exited the room and then the palace, secretly slipping her dagger into its holster on her thigh as she walked into the streets.

They would probably arrive at noon, very common time for them to arrive.

It would be a few hours til then, so maybe she could get a little extra job done somewhere with some desperate guy who wants some p***y. But then again, 'protection' doesn't exist.

Too bad she's not able to get pregnant since some witch cursed her when walking through the black market. Something about only being able to birth a killer's child. Like that would ever happen...

Soon the caravans began to arrive.

She looked around until something caught her eye.

A man with brown hair and white skin.

How was he so pale? There's no way that is real! Wouldn't be real unless... he's European. No way... a REAL European?!

Those guys were so rare! The only ones she has actually seen were biracial that just happened to look more European from biracial's marrying other biracial's.

She made her way over and eyed some of the items he was selling.

It was produce, wines, and other things. There was even the strange small red fruit covered and seeds. It was probably no bigger than half of her thumb.

She looked over to a beautiful red apple and picked it up, looking at it.

"Like it?" He asked with a smile, his accent very strong.

She gasped, jumping slightly. "H-huh?"

"It's an apple." He added. "It's a pretty good fruit."

She nodded and set it down.

"Anything you need?" He asked with a charming smile.

She shook her head, looking away. What was a woman like her wearing that kind of outfit in a place like this?

"Is everything alright ma'am?" He asked.

That's the guy.

He was running a stand that had.... flowers?