written by cyn
hips swaying pleasingly as she steps up to where the veils are kept, quickly donning scarlet dancing silks, hanging low upon bared hips and falling to delicate ankles, small hands taking the front corner of the silk behind her to thrust, looped and draped, into the rolled silk knotted about well-rounded hips and then drawing a back corner of the silk before her to drape loosely into the rolled silk at her right hip and then attaching a belt of small worthless golden coins
attaching then a concealing veil to a strap of her coined halter at one shoulder and into the coined belt at her opposing hip, a soft gasp escaping her throat as she fingers numerous armlets and bracelets, choosing the ones that catch the glimmering light of the fire, knowing there are not many times she can wear then and then lastly, attaches golden finger cymbals on her thumb and first finger of both hands
rocks back on soft heels, rising slowly as the veil both conceals and accentuates lithe form, walking proudly, chin held high to the center of the sand pit, delicate feet sinking into the soft and giving grains to stand beautifully ... alert ... slender arms elevate high above auburn curls, meeting with the placement of wrists facing outward, raising right foot to toe point, turning a lean leg outwards, silk parting to expose a shapely bare calf, supple breasts rise and fall against thin material, breath quickening in anticipation of the dance, waiting ...
suddenly the still air is pierced by a single clear note of the finger cymbals upon delicate fingers ... sharp, delicate, bright in sound ... turning abruptly, lithe body silhouetted by the dancing flames of the fire, throwing back head as a magnificient display of auburn curls spill down the gentle curve of her back, the contrast astounding against sun-kissed flesh, the coins taking to the firelight beautifully
the music starts to play, low at first, just the drums ... slow and pulsating, closing liquid pools of blue, feeling the rhythm as slave body starts to sway, the glow of the fire illuminating each and every roll of well-rounded hips, lifting head as an almost wild look takes over, reaching out with delicate hands as the warmth of the blazing fire radiates into slave flesh, spinning around on toes as body moves seductively before the blazing fire
a delicate hand moving to the knot of red silk at left shoulder, head turning away momentarily, as though unwilling and reluctant, yet knowing she must obey ...
blindly pulling loose the loop of crimson silk, tossing it aside with feigned shyness, baring lithe body for all to see, weaving back and forth upon the sand, teasing the flames of the fire, the burning gaze of the Master that watches her, spinning closer and closer to Him, a slight sheen appearing on silken flesh, shimmering in the dim light, a rosy blush added to the already heat infused glow
the drums thunder relentlessly, spurring the girl on, feet echoing to the beat as she moves to a feline grace ... wild and predatory, liquid pools of blue seeming to target him, finding Him after each turn, knowing instinctively where to land ... a lilting laugh fills the air as she pulls outstretched hands back, now lifting them towards the heavens, thwarting her own offering to him, mindlessly dancing before Him, moving back and forth, baiting Him ... teasing Him, the drums hammering, almost deafening the girl as she presses even closer instinctively to where He rests and then whirling away once more to the center of the pit
