Underhanded Schemes

Twirl to the left. Smile. Hold the loose sleeve of your dress. Raise your arm.

As the music gets quicker, so does my moves. I am actually having fun and in other circumstances, we all would probably giggle. Moreover, I think I am acing it too. A lot of people stare at me, probably for the dress, but I try not to notice it because I don't want to get wobbly feet. In the end, however, things get awry.

"Isabelle, that's my place," Mihrisah hisses to the girl next to me.

I was actually expecting that, women from both the harems are dancing together today.

"No, I'm always on your left!"

"And right now, you're getting on my last nerve-"

Fatma races into their middle and strikes a pose that wasn't supposed to be there. Then the others follow lead, some crouch, sit graciously or pull off a more scandalous pose. I do an internal panic of what pose to do, and end up doing a split.

I hear claps as the music stops. So I didn't do anything outrageous.

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