The dancers
moved around each other, trailing dark red lines shining brightly in the light
from the many braziers, trailing glowing sparks in spirals around the shapes
moving at their centre. The dancers’ bodies glistened with the birght, orange
glow of the flames, iluminating a small pocket of the warm summernight. Hearts
beating with the fervent beat of the huge drums, breath following the softer
tunes of flutes, feet thumping to the blast of violins. The sombre spectators
watching, attended by silent, dark servants with oiled skin and light, silken
and only slightly opaque clothing.
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