*Suddenly shifting, from fifth down into third, my eight-hundred and eighty-three horse chariot coming to an abrupt halt, spraying the ancient dust of thirty-five hundred and thirty two hooves onto The O's regal front fascia.*

Here I was once a slave dancer. Some would say... a kajira. Now that my Master has granted me freedom, I come to celebrate His return.

To ride, perchance to dance.

*Biting the tip of my right middle finger. Yanking off my left glove with my teeth. Fanning myself with the glove.

I see The Virtual Vixen's litter is here. There's no mistaking Kismet's litter bearer.. Itali Amun's beautiful long back curls cascade in thick onyx spirals, draping down over his toned bronze shoulders, glinting Black & Blue, kissed by the bright light of Re.

Draping my sweat soaked leathers over chromed Kuryakyn grips. Quickly checking my reflection therein.*

"Itali! Harley-Hotep to you, Sir. What's on tap today?"

"Saha-hir-ah-nee-ah... Couldda data be-a you? You bring-a me some-a good vino from a-broad? Some fresh-a bread??? Ahhhhhhh~lo. Butt-ah~Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~~lo!"