The curtain started to rise, and Zoe Trent rolled her blades and dug her heels into the wooden stage. She was as elegant and graceful as always, her slate blue hair spilling out from under the black dutchhat and hanging just above her bare shoulders. She enjoyed the feel of the luxurious material of the velvet green dress that complimented her long trim legs and hinted at the soft curves of her hips and breasts.
The theater lights came up, and the music began. The song had a powerful beat that made each note from the banjo reverberate through the king cavalier's frame. She swayed her hips and rolled her body to the tune, her eyes bright and her smile soft and sexy. As the drums, violin and fiddle notes all pulse with the intensifying beat she held her hands out and let herself roll out the beat. She slowly, with rolling hips, raised the skirt of her dress with her right hand, revealing a shapely leg. There was an intake of breath from the crowd, she held their attention in the palm of her hand. Zoe couldn’t help but shiver as she sensed her smooth skin under the fabric as she moved.
"Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o!”
Her voice kicked in and the dance was all sexy smiles and prancing legs and clapping hands. Arms raised she spun around and found any opportunity to show off her legs and hips as the sensuality of the beat intensifies. Fluid and graceful in her movements, she was in her element. The song builds to a high-energy chorus with pin-prick arpeggios and floor-shaking bass notes. The growing energy intensified her movement, and she was all motion. The dress swirled and Zoe managed to kick her legs simultaneously without falling. Her slender fingers waved above her head as she danced close to the edge and spun away.
“In that hole there was a tree
A rare tree, a rattlin' tree
The tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
In the bog down in the valley-o”
Zoe swayed back and forth, her back would arch her hips thrust forward then she swayed back so that all those seated at the table ahead of her had a clear view of her stocking clad legs and bare hips. The audience were rapt with this performance and many of them provided their own accompaniment, either clapping their hands or rapping the table with their knuckles.
The room was so filled with the noise that reverberated around it that it was impossible not to get caught up in the mood. Zoe could feel the music, the rhythm, and it coursed through her like a drug. Bringing her a happiness that was contagious. Some might dance for money, or for fame. But she danced for the pure joy. Everything that she did was perfect, she even did moves that she had barely practiced before, or not at all, they just seemed right at the time and her skilled timing was perfect. The canine’s movements were fluent, her feet moved in unison, and her body’s sway complemented the fluid move of her dress. The crowd’s clapping enhanced the tap, kick, and stomp of her feet and Zoe kept time perfectly with the tune.
“In that bird there was an egg
A rare egg and a rattlin' egg
The egg on the bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb….”
By the time she was close to the completion of her dance the crowd was on its feet, stamping and clapping along with her. They could sense that this was not a routine that had been rehearsed to death, but one that had the spontaneity of someone that was so in tune with the music every move just happened, and was so right.
“In that egg there was a bird
A rare bird and a rattlin' bird
The bird on the egg
And the egg on the bird
And the bird in the nest
And the nest on the limb
And the limb on the branch
And the branch on the tree
And the tree in the hole
And the hole in the bog
And the bog down in the valley o”
Her final movement was yet another that she hadn't really practiced. She held one hand over her head, her fingers pointed towards the rafters as she spun around, feet moving to the staccato beat, her other hand holding her skirt up revealing her shapely leg. As Zoe came full circle and faced the crowd she dropped her hand and let the skirt fall, looking those in the front row directly in the eyes. Her dance stopped suddenly as she stood on her toes and raised both hands above her head.
“Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o
Ho, ro, the rattlin' bog
The bog down in the valley-o!”
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