As a Whirling Dervish

Spinning in the form of a dust devil you sweep over her, and in a powerful vortex of sand that obscures her she covers her eyes.

As soon as it happens it passes, but she is not the same, taking the arm from her eyes she can see it is bare.

Bare?

She looks down...OH ALLAH!

She's nearly naked! The whirlwind had carried away all her clothes, every last stitch, but a long strip of cloth wrapped around her pussy in the form of a turban, which bulges with the weight of enlaced golden dinars, gems, and pearls.

Perched on a camel, Scheherezade met the eyes of the shocked crowd and her stuned guard.