Entering the dance circle, sand soft under her feet, bells adorning both ankles, black chalwar pants revealing a taught belly. A red silk band criss crosses her breasts, revealing their shape, tied behind her back.
Long, golden blonde hair cascades down her back, green eyes sparkle with nervousness and joy.
Just before the music begins, she stands in a starting pose, hips tucked, back straight, head high, left arm arcing above her head, right arm at an angle to her side.
When the song begins, she kneels, crossing her wrists to bring them above a bowed head; the position of submission. She looks up, eyes wide, and pulls her arms, but they seem to be held or bound by an invisible force. Her back arches, bringing her breasts forward, her head falls back.
Then arms released, she touches the collar adorning her neck, with wonder and fear showing in her emerald eyes.
She rises to her feet, as though commanded, standing straight, still for a moment.
Then begins a slow, seductive beat of drum and strings, to which she moves sensuously, her body writhing, belly fluttering, arms in front of her, undulating one after the other. She stands still again, her hips pistoning side to side, up and down a few times, before her arms join in, swaying in time with her hip movements. Swinging her upper body into a full circle, her arms move to the sides, undulating like snakes, then they come together before her as though bound and she walks across the sand, hips accentuating the movement. A twirl and she arches backwards, as though pulled, blonde hair falling behind her, only to be stood upright again.
The music picks up tempo, her hips pop faster, a shimmy of delight, arms swaying from her sides, to move upwards above her head before descending down to frame her hips. Once again her hands caress the collar she wears about her throat, but this time a smile of joy bursts upon her face and into her green eyes. With her left arm horizontal to her chest, her right hand makes a circle about her face, bringing attention to the happiness that she feels.
Opening her arms wide, she circles her hips into a moving bow, arms beckoning in a movement of “come to me” embrace. Arms snake and hips shimmy up, down, side, up, down side, alternating hips. She twirls, sand lifting up about her feet, pure enthusiasm in her movements.
Her upper body sways, her arms serpentine as though pulled by invisible bonds. As the music comes to a crescendo, she kneels, once again assuming the position of submission as the song ends.