The room, which was private, was darker than I had anticipated, the lights low, falling on the plush furniture and velvet walls. I sat down in the enormous chair, still holding the glass of wine I had insisted upon having, my hands a little shivering. All of my senses were tingling with excitement and anxiety, the tension of the last twenty-four hours winding in my chest. My life would never be the same tomorrow. Tonight... tonight was mine.A knock sounded at the door."Miss?" a quiet voice called. "Your dancer is ready." I said yes; my throat was all at once dry. He came in, tall, broad-shouldered, and self-confident without being arrogant. His gestures were graceful and conscious. He said nothing, only made a short, respectful bow, and turned on the music. The dancer moved to the rhythm. All movements were smooth and sharp and were of command without being commanding. My eyes went with him, along the lines of his arms, the angles of his shoulders, and the curves of his hips. I t
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