stretches as darkness approaches and cups of flames spill out of the heads of torches eagerly leading the way for the next phase of the dance, gasps of delight replace the solemn faces that watched through fading sunlight, the flames of the fire suddenly blazing brighter as the fourth and final Triplicate surrounds the dancing girl, chanting voices growing through the beat of the drums that builds in anticipated frenzy, the circle of the sand pit seeming to grow unfettered, stretching outwards in an attempt to enrapture each and every soul that watches

sways and swoons to the trill of the lutes as if captured in a trance of the fourth element's touch, long lashes fluttering down over the gift of bright Thassian blue eyes as the cleansing heat of Fire cleanses her soul, rhythmic flames burning deep within, welcoming the powerful gift of courage that the element of Fire brings, one that will be needed on this harsh beautiful world of Gor, stunning beauty of bond-maid flesh presented in comparitive simplicity, the presentation of the Triplicates' gift transforming the audience into a swaying, living configuration, the dancer leaping by torchlight towards the edge of the dancing circle, wanton form throbbing with both the power of inspiration and the life giving source of the sun

twirls before them as raw energy is captured in the dancing girl's mane of hair, ablaze with the element of Fire forever captured in her embrace, knowing smile flickered over moist berry lips kissed by the sweetness of Earth as few have the balance of the elements and none like the creation presented before men, the Triplicates' gift of the perfected slave girl to illustrate the oneness of all ... Fire, Air, Earth, and Water all embodied in the dancing form of the girl before them

moves gracefully with an insolent shake of crimson ribbons cascading down succulent form, scattered in lavish kisses along naked form, the tumble of Fire-tinted tresses catching the light from the gift of Fire and cups of dancing flames about the room, rich copper with gleaming hints of gold temptingly close to their grasp, undulating hips beckoning them like a moth drawn to a flame, deep blue eyes, the gift of Water, flickering and dancing beneath long thick lashes, the stirring of wanton need igniting the flames of desire in each strong Warrior's body that watches

strides purposefully towards One as the music roars to its crescendo, the uproar of the men pounding and driving, the flutes shrill as she stops before him, slender fingers begging as she stretches a bit towards him, the gift of Fire now fully exposed as the raging inferno within taut slave belly, an intensity she can not control, crying out desperately as she spirals downward suddenly to the end of the music powerfully before him, naked body trembling, the flickering flames of the fire's light exposing the girl brandished before him of curves and supple flesh

{la kajira}
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