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Message: <blockquote data-quote="DungeonmasterCal" data-source="post: 2512355" data-attributes="member: 5388">After the dance, you are allowed to sit back down.  The players perform another number, the women continuing the dance.  This one is slow, the movements of the dancers taking several seconds to complete in some parts.   As they dance, they weave their arms and hands in patterns evoking long, flowered vines swaying in hot, humid breezes.  Their hips sway, calling to mind waves that crash on distant shores.  Sweat beads their faces and bare midriffs, the bangles and jewels that hang from their blouses, ears, ankles and wrists glimmer and catch the bright light in the hall, each tiny flash a different color of the rainbow and seemingly aimed directly in your eyes.  Expressionless, the women watch you with eyes half closed.  They dance among all of you, moving without sound or even apparent effort as the musicians play a gentle arrangement that fills you with longing and unfulfilled desire.  The billowing silken sleeves of the women brush your skin as they slowly twirl and sway around you, the scent of exotic flowers and musky, hot skin filling your nostrils.Suddenly, you realize you and your hosts are the only ones in the room.  You have no recollection of the music ending or the dancers leaving.  Only the faint sounds of the city beyond the enclave walls filters into the banquet hall and the very faintest hiss of the oil lamps can be heard.</blockquote>