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Wide gold armlets she wore, and brass bangles on her fingers. The finest Asian slippers adorned her feet and her pantaloons were of the sheerest blue silk. Her hair, long and raven black, hung down her back unhampered by any constraint. A veil of diamonds crossed her face so that only her dark and flashing eyes could be seen.
She danced before the Sultan, then bowed, foot outstretched, forehead to her knee. She raised up and said, "What is your desire, Master, that this lowly and worthless woman may please you?" Before he could answer, she stood ... and danced away.
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Nice. Felt like I was a coutier in the room watching the scene take place.
Oh, nice, Lou. I could hear the tinkling of the little finger-cymbals.
After leaving the sultan with his unfulfilled fantasies, I hope she lives to dance another day.
Ah, a smart one! Leave it to a dancer to know when and to where she must flee. Love your 100's, Lou!
Nevine
Yep. Now you've done it. I'm craving Moroccan food. Evil, evil man! ;)
You had me at veil of diamonds.
A colorful description that planted me in an exotic location both admiring the dancer and wondering how longer her spirit could survive in such a stifling environment.
Well written, Lou.
For weeks I've been watching Aladdin with my daughter and I think I have a much different vision of this scene than the other commenters. Still vivid and striking, but different :)
Nice job.
I could hear the jingling of her jewelry. Nicely portrayed, you described the scene beautifully.
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