Trembling, the desert girl steps gingerly into the dance pit, the warm sand pushing between her delicate toes. She glances with frightened dark eyes at the men, quickly lowering her gaze to the floor.
The soft light folds about her glistening body as she moves, warming her skin.
Her heart flutters. Her eyelids flicker closed and the music, carried on the night's hot air, seeps through her and into her veins and bones.
She begins to move, her hips undulating to the beat, her hands floating upon the unseen wind as if caressing an imaginary lover.
The girl's hot blood stirs the fire deep within. Her stomach is tied in knots as she passionately seeks to please the brave, strong men before her.
Her silken hands move seductively up her strong thighs, her long, lustrous fingernails leaving small scratches in the skin.
As her sweet heat grows, her body gives off a fragrance of musk and desire that floats across the darkened room, tantalizing all who take it in.
A small film of sweat begins to emerge, giving her body a sensual sheen.
The girl turns softly on her heel, her scanty silks slipping between her velvet legs. Her dark tresses brush against bare shoulders, tingling her skin. Dangling earrings sparkle as they caress her neck.
She moves her small hands to her waist, pressing down as she bends and stoops, as if trying to keep the wildness of her body in bondage.
Her fingers grip the silken ropes around her waist, curl into them, twist them, secure her to the dance. In response, her back arches.
Her heart pounds and she begins to breathe heavier, her round, full breasts rising and falling with each panting breath, her nipples dark and hard.