Diaries of a Hybrid and Her Mate
She had shaved, grabbed a nice long scented bath, shampooed her hair, blew out, flat iron, and curled it with a curling iron to give a loose wave.
She had a sheer white shimmering dress that clung to her body to wear for part of the night. She had gotten it from the dancers who would be dancing tonight.
There would be a moment when everyone was finished saying a few words, be it goodbyes or heartfelt memories, the pyres were lit, the drums would come on, and the dancers would dance.
They call it the dance with the spirits as they usher their fallen ones over to their ancestors. However, the dance with spirit to the drumbeat is very erotic and seductive.
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