☆ORIGINAL WORK OF HISTORICAL FICTION ☆ She spun , taking the thin silk the hung around her waist with her, her bare feet tapped at the cold floor matching the beat of the music, her dark eyes pierced anyone who dared to get lost in them. "Your eyes do not have the worth to gaze at her skin." Her hips rolled to the familiar tune, it had become muscle memory at this point. " 'And your's do?" Her feet made fast movements, the shaking of her golden anklets rung through the room, she began to sway her torso in that of a serpent, putting those who watched in a trance. "Afraid not." ©️2018