A one hundred word scene. I find the discipline of limited words helps produce interesting work. Do you like this?
Moving in unison, the dancers hands slowly described arcs across their young silk-clad bodies. Hips swaying, they stepped toward each other, eyes locked. Men leered over tables of drinks, drooling with the promise of their fantasies. Rhythm, dancers, faster. Sweat and smoke filled the room. The music peaked, the men leaned in, willing them on. Circling close, spinning, the girls bodies became one. With tease calculated perfection it ended. The girls scurried from view. A moments silence, then cheers and a rattle of coins hitting the floor. The owner smiled and sent boys to collect his wealth.



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