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"Don't trust everything you see."

"GET THE F**K OUT OF MY HAIR YOU FAT B*TCH!"

There was a rather loud and messy fight going on at the local bazaar (a marketplace set in Arabian, presumably). As this was the capital city located in a desert next to a Great Nile, there were all sorts of people who thrived in that city. Local, exotic, foreigners, everyone was welcomed to the city in the desert so long as they can pay parking fees (for their intercontinental ship or camel).

The city was set up to be incredibly advanced, despite relying on copper swords, bronze shields, and wooden arrows, but the security was noted to be the best in the nation (earned a continental prize).

Today however, made the judges wanting to call the city to get the award back. Because two beautiful girls were duking it out in that bazaar, harder than a mud wrestling match. To best describe it, one was a sexy Arabian Dancer and one was a sexy foreign English Noblewoman. Even if they had a scimitar and rapier at their hips, they prefer to get down and dirty with face scratching and hair pulling. Essentially, it was an all out cat-fight.

"KYAAAA! S-STOP IT! YOU'RE RUIN MY HAIR! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PRUNES I HAD TO MASH UP TO GET THE ONYX COLOR RIGHT!?"

"L-LET GO OF MY CORSET! I-IT WAS SPECIALLY MADE BACK IN LONDON AND IT'S ONE OF A KIND! GAAAAH! TH-THE SEAMS ARE BREAKIIIIING!!"

You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

The Arabian Dancer and the English Noblewoman continued their fight. They would roll across the sand, spitting and kicking into each other's faces. They never once let go of each other's long and beautiful black / blond hair.

"Gyaaaah! I saw it first. By law of man and god, that item belongs to me!"

"Kaa! From where I hail from, there is something call the Law of the City. If I handed my money to the vendor, that item is rightfully my property. There is no mistake!"

"Ku-ku-ku (haughty laugh). From where you come from, that may be. But you forgot – this isn't your silly country in the West! Now go home and suck on your hot dogs or whatever the cr*p you eat over there!"

"Oh? So am I to let barbarians like you push people around just because you carry the bigger stick. Nein! I shall turn over this flimsy rule with my bare hands! And hot dogs are from that other nation in the north that flies the star spangled banner you illiterate wench!"

"Wait! Wait! Th-that's my top you're pulling at! S-stop it! My precious will spill out and everyone will see them! Th-they're meant for my Sultan Prince! I SAID STOP PULLING, YOU B*TCH!!"

The fight went from a simple cat fight to an no-hold-handle-bar brawl. Now, the two sexy girls were exchanging punches and putting them into complex body locks. The more they struggled, the more their clothing fell apart. Hence why there was a lovely crowd around them. Side note: there was a fine balance of men and woman watching the two with red faced intent.

"GYAAAAAAAAAH! MY HAIR BUN! MY HAIR BUUUUUUN!!"

"NYA-HAA-HAA! I SPIT ON—GYAAAH! MY HAREM PANTS! MY HAREM PAAAAANTS!"

Suddenly, the two beautiful fights split apart to roll back to their feet. They were a mess, half of their dress was missing here, and half their underwear was torn up. Lots of their bountiful flesh could be seen through the tears made in the leggings. They even wore the wrong person's shoe.

The reason why they were fighting was obvious, to a certain extent. In the bazaar, there was a special telescope put on sale at one of the stalls. It wasn't very fancy, it looked very ancient and well rusted. Frankly, it looked like it was one of the many pieces of junk an old fisherman would find.

... But a boy they had a fairy tale-esque crush on really liked it.

"GO BACK HOME AND SHOW OFF YOUR ABS, BELLY DANCER!"

"GO BACK HOME AND FLIP UP YOUR SKIRT, PENCIL GIRL!"

"DON'T DISS THE CORSET!!"

Would it hurt anyone's pride that these two were Princesses of two different nation?.... No?.... Okay.

"FOREIGN WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENCH!"

"GOD-D@MN EXHIBITIONIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST!"

And so round two commenced – mud wrestling. Place your bets.