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- The two men at the table with the hookah are talking, with obvious approval, about the Sultan’s daughter (whom they cannot possibly have met)
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- …and, with something other than approval, about the Sultan’s mother, the Begum (who had better not become aware of their existence).
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- The men notice you eavesdropping.
- FIRST MAN: “Oho, another stranger!”
- SECOND MAN: “A fresh chicken for plucking!”
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- One of the men gets up from the table and approaches you. You don’t much care for his smile.
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- It’s just as well you’re wearing the cloak of obscurity. You really don’t like the look of these guys.
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- You are hopelessly outnumbered.
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- DISGRUNTLED VOICE: “Hey! Where’d she run off to?”
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- DISGRUNTLED VOICE: “Hey! Where’d he go?”
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- Boy, you really can’t take a hint, can you?
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- In case it has escaped your notice, you’re the only woman in the room. Better not draw attention to yourself.
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- These are not the kind of men you would want to strike up a conversation with. Better keep a low profile.
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- It isn’t that kind of tavern.
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- You get the strong feeling you’re not welcome here.
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- Maybe some water from the public fountain is what you really want.
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