“I’m a belly-dancer, and I’m dancing for a group of men, including Altaïr. While every other man lewdly praise me, he’s silent, but his eyes betray his interest in me. When one of the men tries to proposition me, I tell him that I have other plans for the night, which catches Altaïr’s attention. As I walk home, someone grabs me from a dark alley; it’s none other than Altaïr. “Do you really have plans tonight?” “Yes,” I reply, pulling him closer. “I was going to give you a private dance.”