Corruption of Salim
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Chapter 3: Dance
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She stretched her limbs and back for a few minutes, then walked awkwardly to the center of the atrium and knelt there. She then prostrated herself towards the west and mumbled prayers for some time. Salim was perplexed at this weird behavior. Was this some Khati custom? He decided to see what would unfold.
Soon, Horsetail started twisting her torso from side to side on the floor, like a serpent. She then rose to her haunches, like a snake rising from a fakir’s basket. Finally, her lips still moving, she sprang to her feet with surprising vigor and swirled into a furious dance.
She leapt, and for a moment hung suspended, back arched, breasts thrust upward, before landing in a spiral that sent her braid whipping around her shoulders. She twisted around a column, one leg hooking high, welts on her inner thigh catching the lamplight.
Salim was fascinated by the transformation. A moment ago, she had been hobbling on her lame leg, practically crab-walking from the pain in her thighs. Now, she was dancing in intricate spirals across the atrium, jumping into the air in graceful pirouettes and twisting around columns without breaking stride. Her steps faltered from time to time, however, and her movements seemed not as sharp and assured as when he’d saw her dancing in the market tent.
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