Music was filling the oriental decorated room, only lightened by the soft light of candles. Slowly, drums are beginning to beat in a slow rhythm and a spotlight reveals a stage surrounded by many cushions, large enough to lay on. It didn't take long until a young male, who was
scantily dressed, wearing a white mask and tattooed a flower pattern
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Her face went red when he came out. He looked familiar, but she wasn't quite sure who he was. She might have recognized him if he had been female. She was used to seeing most of the countries as female instead of male. Still, he was a really good dancer.
"You're a good dancer," she replied when he was close enough.
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Hello there Miss, he is sure he hasn't met you before. When the music stopped - hey, every dancer should be allowed to have a break - the young Ottoman Empire made himself comfortable in the cushions a bit away from her and stretched. He was pleased with his performance and wouldn't mind going for another one in a while.
Before he faced the blond girl he took his mask off and turned, so he would lay on his stomach. Honestly, he really never met this girl before, nor does she look like someone he knows...
"I'd love ta hear the name of the lovely Miss who watched me."
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Of course she wasn't sure if she had met the Ottoman Empire back in her own world, but she was glad to meet him. "What may I call you?"
She wanted to know the name of the talented dancer that she had watched perform. He was good and she had never seen anything like that before.
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Yes, he hadn't met anyone with this name yet, not here or in his world... so far at least. "'m Sadiq. Ottoman Empire works too if ya prefer that." The cushions were comfortable, comfortable enough to sleep on them but he had to get up again after a while. "Would ya like ta watch me 'nother time?"
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