Dance of Beauty   bani hurries to the slave preparation room.... she returns clad only in a short skirt of diaphanous scarlet dancing silk riding low upon her hips... she struts sensuously, cat-like to the sand pit in the center of the tavern... her hands move as though starved with desire, picking imaginary fruits from a wall in a garden... holding them to her lips, she moans.... pressing herself against the invisible wall which confines her... burning blue eyes look deeply into His, she moves slowly to Him, her wrists close together as though locked in slave bracelets... holding an imaginary larma in her palms... caressing her swaying body with it... then with begging eyes, holds forth the fruit to Him... sinking to her knees before Him, back arched, thighs wide, her obedient body trembling... throbbing to the sensuous music, she raises her cupped hands to Him... her eyes go suddenly wide, her thoughts and desires consuming her... she strips the silk from her hips... clad only in her collar, and her brand, she throws herself to the floor before Him... she lays half crouched, one leg beneath her... her eyes burning with fury....determined to fight her feelings.... determined to never be tamed... her fists clench as she bites down on her lip.... she turns furiously...gracefully...extending a leg... touching an ankle...moving her hands up her leg... looking almost defiantly at Him over her shoulder.... laying upon her back...her left knee lifted... the music visible in her breathing, the small movements of her head and hands... she turns her head to look at Him with flashing eyes.... she folds her legs under her, coming to her knees, her body leaning back, midnight shadows of her hair touching the floor.... her hands moving in a delicate pattern above her.... she lifts herself, her hands extended to Him... begging permission to rise... she rises fully to her knees, her body lifting slowly, her head the last to rise... her Ko-lar gleams upon her throat... her blue eyes, smoldering, vulnerable, reproachful, her body still swaying gently to the music... with rebellious thoughts spinning wildly through her mind, she angrily jumps to her feet... dancing before the Masters individually, tempting each as though she belonged only to Him... dances before this Master.., dancing her need and her beauty... sways before that Master.., slowly, meaningfully...her body a challenge.... twirls before another Master... dancing closer, almost touching, taunting... then backing swiftly away... suddenly, as the music reaches a climax, she spins, whirling, in a jangle of clashing music.... she drops to the floor upon her side before Him... one leg folded under the other... holding herself up on her hands... her body shines under the firelight...gasping for breath, her breasts lifting and falling as she drinks deeply of the air... her lips parted...eyes shining with a passion she cannot, and no longer wishes to control, she concludes her dance....             WebSet created by bani_MQS 10/2002 All Rights Reserved (This Dance of Beauty was written by bani_MQS, please do not copy)