"Clan leader, you are looking for me."
A smoky female voice floated over, seemingly smiling and full of curiosity. The sound is like the spring rain in April, dripping into people's hearts, just to tell people that spring is coming.
Gulamo, the leader of the Purple Grass Clan, turned around indifferently, and a beautiful girl appeared in the hall. She wore a bright yellow robe and tied her waist-length hair. She has a delicate face, curved eyebrows, a small nose, and red lips as thin as roses. However, the most eye-catching thing is her vivid eyes. Those bright eyes were full of affection, as if reflecting a puddle of autumn water, and seemed to hide a ray of spring light.
"Yes. Medina, my daughter."
Gulamo's eyes moved down from the girl's face, sweeping over the plumpness that was beginning to take shape, passing through the waist that was not full, passing through the slender and straight legs, and landing on the gracefully curved insteps. The girl's body is full of youthful vitality and has an enchanting charm. Anyone who knows the art will know at a glance that this is a dancer with outstanding posture and an amazingly flexible beauty.
After watching it for a while, Gulamo nodded expressionlessly, expressing satisfaction with the masterpiece he had carefully cultivated.
"Medina, do the Huastec cat dance."
"Clan leader, are you here?"
The girl's eyes flickered and she asked with a smile.
Gulamo looked at the furnishings in the hall, estimated the occasion of the king's dinner, and affirmed.
"Yes, right here."
Medina bit her lower lip gently, then took off her thin yellow robe, revealing her delicate jade-like collarbones, close-fitting plain inner shank, and tight white long legs. Then, she pulled back her long black hair and waited for the flute to sound.
"Take off your shoes and let your hair down."
Gulamo commanded calmly. Barefoot dancing will be more tempting, and long and messy hair will also stimulate men's desire to conquer.
Medina took off her cloth shoes obediently, revealing her small and delicate toes. The rouge red on her toenails attracts the viewer's attention even more. Then, she spread her hair, showing a bit of wildness, like a little wild cat from the jungle.
Soon, the lingering sound of the flute sounded, accompanied by the seductive ringing of the bell. Medina began to gently stretch her arms and twist her waist flexibly. There was a smile on her face, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, as if with a hint of provocation. Her body made arcs one after another, swaying like waves. And her chest, waist and hips change freely between the crests and troughs, making people imagine.
Gulamo nodded gently and occasionally gave instructions.
"The upper body should be tilted forward slightly to appear prominent."
"The lower body should be as straight as possible and rotate freely."
"Waist, waist! The key to the charm of Cat Dance is the waist! Yes, just like this, the navel trembles slightly, like water waves, very good!"
Medina finally entered the perfect state. Gulamo stopped talking and just admired it quietly. This high-frequency trembling dance consumes a lot of energy, and the girl soon lets out a gentle gasp. The sound of gasping is like crying and complaining, which is touching and arouses the most primitive instinct of the viewer.
The sound of the bamboo flute became more and more lively, and Medina's dance became more enthusiastic and bold. There was an athletic flush on her face and a faint pink tint to her skin. This is a sign of excessive physical exertion. The brisk melody then changed and became soothing and relaxing. The girl's movements also slowed down, her expression showed a bit of laziness, and her eyes seemed to be dripping with water.
"Dingling~Dingling~"
The music suddenly stopped, and a few bells came. At some point, the beautiful girl was already lying on the ground. Like a cat that had just woken up, she stretched out her arms, placed her chest on the ground, raised her buttocks high, and stretched out seductively. Then, she crawled forward two steps as nimbly as a cat, came to Gulamo, raised her head, revealing a beautiful face.
The girl's eyes were charming, she stuck out her tongue and lightly licked her upper lip. Then, she looked at Gulamo tenderly and called out softly.
"Meow~"
Gulamo instantly felt numb, and his whole body seemed to be electrified. Even with his experience of thousands of battles, he still felt that his mind was swaying and he could not control himself. After a few breaths, his face showed sincere admiration.
"Very good! Very good! What a natural beauty, such an irresistible dance!"
Medina then calmly stood up, bowed, and took a few steps back. The maid immediately came forward, wiped the sweat off her neck, and gave her salt water with honey.
Gulamo was lost in thought. Although the cat dance is charming, it is more suitable to be performed in a private room to break through the opponent's last line of defense. And at the dinner party, what is more suitable should be...
After a while, Medina finished her rest. Gulamo ordered again.
"Medina, do the Mixtec dance of the deer again."
Medina nodded. She put on a light brown short robe, still exposing her slender and round thighs, and then tied up her long, silky waist-length hair.
The bamboo flute sounded immediately, this time accompanied by bursts of deep drum beats. The girl's eyes became innocent and curious, and her face was filled with a bright smile, like a deer that strayed into a human village. She stood on tiptoes, straightened her long legs, jumped lightly, and stretched her graceful body. She is full of energy when jumping, blooming like a flower when stretching, and in time with the beat of drums when landing. The lines of her legs are excellent, and the shape of her instep is also extremely beautiful, which makes people feel inexplicably anxious. "The Deer Dance is a dance that imitates a deer. The key to it is the leap, which is the legs and feet. Your legs should be as tight as possible, and your feet should be raised high."
Gulamo looked calmly while giving instructions.
"No, your foot posture is still wrong. Stop. Look at me."
The music stopped immediately. Medina also looked over.
Gulamo slowly stood up on his tiptoes. He first lifted the soles of his hind feet, but the soles of his front feet were still on the ground.
"This is the cat walk. Just like you do in Cat Dance."
Then, he stood on his tiptoes again, completely on his tiptoes, touching the ground only on his toes, like in ballet. From this action alone, you can know that his balance and agility are no less than those of senior warriors.
"This is the Deer Walk. Your strength must reach all the way to the tips of your toes. This kind of integrated beauty can make people unforgettable to the greatest extent! Come on, do it again!"
When the music sounded, Medina bit her lip and jumped up again. This time, she used all the power of her toes, like a dragonfly flying on the water, or like a lotus standing upright.
"good!"
Gulamo nodded slightly. Medina's dancing talent is excellent, probably because her mother was an excellent dancer from Zapotec.
Thinking of this, Gulamo's expression moved slightly, and he felt a little regretful. Although that woman was only one of his dozens of concubines, she gave birth to his most beautiful daughter. If she had paid a little attention at that time and prevented her from committing suicide in time, I am afraid that she would have created two more masterpieces...
After a few breaths, Gulamo returned to his indifference. As he watched Medina's Dance of the Deer, he still felt that it was a little off.
"After all, I have just learned it recently, and the deer dance is also more difficult..."
He thought for a moment and smiled slightly.
"However, if you want to be charming enough, dancing is the next best thing..."
Dancing on pointe is not only strenuous, but also somewhat painful. Medina was dancing, with a trace of pain on her face, as if she was crying, which made me feel pity for her.
Gulamo's eyes lit up. He called it off again.
"Stop, very good! Medina, keep this look, remember this look. It can turn a man into a beast!"
Then, Gulamo pondered for a while and gave instructions to the maid.
"Bring me two small silver footbells, the kind with a little burr."
Medina lowered her eyes. The maid put on the footbell for her, and a faint stinging sensation came from her ankle.
"Okay! Medina, let's continue. Dance the last part."
Medina danced on her toes obediently, and the tinkling bells rang from the girl's ankles. The drum beat became faster and faster, and the ringing became more urgent. The more it beats, the stronger the tingling and fatigue feeling. The girl's toes curled up, her lips clenched, and her eyes became misty. Until she jumped up and down for the last time, her body softened and she fell to the ground helplessly, letting out a delicate exclamation.
"ah!"
Medina fell to the ground in pain, and then looked back at Gulamo. Her robes were disheveled, her legs were spread across her body, her chest was heaving violently, and there were tears in her eyes. At this moment, she was like a wounded deer, tightly tied by a rope, looking helplessly at the hunter, waiting for the strong man to ravage her.
"Good! Good! It's perfect!"
Gulamo couldn't help but cheer loudly. He looked satisfied and exhaled happily, as if he had seen the most beautiful masterpiece.
"Medina, my daughter, he will never be able to resist you!"
