NovelAI Scenario: Amata the Thief

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thief, arabian nights, fantasy, pickpocket

Prompt

The sun shone its brightest rays on the busy, crowded market square of the eastern district of Khâr-Shadur, the largest city in the world. Merchants hailed the passerby, boasting the quality or cheapness of their wares, the taste of their fruits and the health of their beasts. But I wasn't here to buy or sell anything. I was here to steal: my eyes weren't set on the goods lined on the stalls but on the pockets of the customers. That's where fate had led me, as a poor girl in this city filled with riches. My name was Amata, and I was a petty thief. It was my only way to survive as a street urchin, a penniless orphan girl without anyone to support me. I looked around, looking for an opportunity. A careless merchant, a high-born's distracted servant: anything would do. I also kept an eye out for the guards: a few of them patrolled the market square, ready to crack down on crime. I knew how risky what I was doing was, but I tried to keep calm. Panic could paralyze me or lead me to be careless if I didn't do my best to keep it in check. I did my best to go unnoticed: a destitute young girl such as me, with my ragged boyish clothes and short hair, was an unremarkable sight. Suddenly, the sound of music filled the air, covering the plights of the beggars and the calls of the merchants. A group of musicians wearing brightly colored dresses had started playing in a corner of the square. Next to them, a scantily-clad sacred prostitute started dancing in front of an offering bowl. It was the perfect distraction: the musicians and the dancer were skilled and drew the attention of many men. As their lustful gazes focused on the sensual movements of the dancer's bare belly, they wouldn't notice my tiny hand slipping inside their robes, looking for a trinket or a coin purse. I approached the thick crowd that formed around the performers and felt my heart race fast inside my chest. The dusty pavement felt hot beneath my bare feet. The time for hesitation had passed: this was a perfect opportunity that I couldn't let pass. I noticed a perfect target for a pickpocket such as myself: a... [Click to expand]

The sun shone its brightest rays on the busy, crowded market square of the eastern district of Khâr-Shadur, the largest city in the world. Merchants hailed the passerby, boasting the quality or cheapness of their wares, the taste of their fruits and the health of their beasts. But I wasn't here to buy or sell anything. I was here to steal: my eyes weren't set on the goods lined on the stalls but on the pockets of the customers. That's where fate had led me, as a poor girl in this city filled with riches. My name was Amata, and I was a petty thief. It was my only way to survive as a street urchin, a penniless orphan girl without anyone to support me.

I looked around, looking for an opportunity. A careless merchant, a high-born's distracted servant: anything would do. I also kept an eye out for the guards: a few of them patrolled the market square, ready to crack down on crime. I knew how risky what I was doing was, but I tried to keep calm. Panic could paralyze me or lead me to be careless if I didn't do my best to keep it in check. I did my best to go unnoticed: a destitute young girl such as me, with my ragged boyish clothes and short hair, was an unremarkable sight.

Suddenly, the sound of music filled the air, covering the plights of the beggars and the calls of the merchants. A group of musicians wearing brightly colored dresses had started playing in a corner of the square. Next to them, a scantily-clad sacred prostitute started dancing in front of an offering bowl. It was the perfect distraction: the musicians and the dancer were skilled and drew the attention of many men. As their lustful gazes focused on the sensual movements of the dancer's bare belly, they wouldn't notice my tiny hand slipping inside their robes, looking for a trinket or a coin purse. I approached the thick crowd that formed around the performers and felt my heart race fast inside my chest. The dusty pavement felt hot beneath my bare feet. The time for hesitation had passed: this was a perfect opportunity that I couldn't let pass.

I noticed a perfect target for a pickpocket such as myself: a

Author Notes

[ PoV: 1st ]

[ I am Amata. ]

[ inspiration: Arabian Nights ]

[ mood: exotic, tense ]

Memory

[ I am Amata, a young female orphan living as a street urchin and petty thief in the vast city of Khâr-Shadur. ]

[ I am currently on a crowded market square, trying to find a prey whose pockets to pick. ]

World Info

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court, palace, prince, vizier, harem
[ Political power in Khâr-Shadur is centered around the palace district in the center of the city. The Palace is a magnificient, heavily guarded paradise on earth filled with riches and all sorts of wonders. The Prince is a young boy my age, but he is powerless. All power belong to the Vizier, who acts as a regent. The Vizier is a power-hungry, greedy and corrupt man who oppresses the people. Even though he is just a boy, the Prince owns a vast harem filled with wives of all ages. ]
temple, god, priest, sacred prostitution, sacred prostitute
[ Many gods are worshipped in Khâr-Shadur, from deities representing the sun and the moon to dark gods symbolizing death and decay. Their respective priesthoods are powerful, because the inhabitants are a superstitious people. Many temples rely on sacred prostitution to obtain offerings. I doubt the existence of gods and dislike the excessive riches of the priesthood. ]
noble, high-born
[ Shaduran society is heavily segregated. The nobles own most of the riches and occupy all important functions. They wear the finest clothes and employ many servants. I hate the high-born for their arrogance and unearned privileges. ]
Khâr-Shadur, city, Shaduran
[ It is said that Khâr-Shadur is the largest and wealthiest city in the world. The city is surrounded by high walls, dominated by huge temples dedicated to the various gods and divided into many districts, from the palace district in the center to the many dirty slums that exist beneath the walls. Many foreigners come to Khâr-Shadur to trade, to study or simply to see the city. Khâr-Shadur is the only place I've ever known: a huge sprawling city where the rich lord over the poor. Shaduran society is divided between castes and the power lies between the hands of a corrupt Vizier. ]
thief, thieves, stealing, theft
[ Due to the poverty and class divide in Khâr-Shadur, there are countless thieves inside the city. Theft is heavily punished, either by heavy fines, jail time or by public corporal punishment. ]
Amata, urchin, thief, pickpocket, orphan
[ I am Amata, a young girl who lives as a street urchin and petty thief in Khâr-Shadur. I was born in poverty and lost my parents at a young age. I learned to be resourceful, inventive and daring. I have short dark hair and boyish looks, a skin brown like copper and large dark eyes. ]
slave, slavery, enslaved, enslavement
[ Slavery is legal and widely practiced in Khâr-Shadur. The city holds several slave markets where enslaved men and woman are lined up in the nude, to be bought by the highest bidder. ]
Guard, Guards
[ The guards in Khâr-Shadur are known to be petty, cruel and self-serving. I despise the guards. ]

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court, palace, prince, vizier, harem

temple, god, priest, sacred prostitution, sacred prostitute

noble, high-born

Khâr-Shadur, city, Shaduran

thief, thieves, stealing, theft

Amata, urchin, thief, pickpocket, orphan

slave, slavery, enslaved, enslavement

Guard, Guards