Her costume was a strange mix. An Indian Choli of red silk. An Egyptian veil. A silver Moroccan headband and Turkish detached sleeves of red velvet. She was barefoot but her toenails were polished gleaming red, matching her flowing red silk pantaloons. A wide silver belt slung low on her hips, with diamond pendants hanging onto her thighs.
Her dance was slow. Suggestive. Arms overhead. Her head thrown back with her eyes closed and her red lips glistening, throwing her long black hair around her body.
The Sultan watched, entranced. Her eyes bore through him, and filled him with promises.