Her color was caught in the setting sun and from it she leapt and began to dance like a purple flame. Wear this mask and discover your very own fate...
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Slipping in-between the outstretched fingers of awestruck patrons you shimmy and shake… moving you body like a trembling feather with impossible lightness and grace.
With unimaginable eroticism. Your colours blaze hooking hungry eyes and rolling around minds wondering if these same colours can be made to dance between the petals of your body.
You say you have been plucked from the orient. You say you lay with a bed of snakes for company. You say rose scented ink drips from the tips of your fingers which you then compose love letters from.
You say a lot of things and not a soul dares question you. Men fear that if they grasp you to tightly you might evaporate into a scent and disappear.
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Mata hari (stage name of Margarita Geetruida Zelle) was a dutch exotic dancer, courtesan and accused spy who was executed by firing squad in France under charges of espionage for Germany during World War 1. She was a hypnotic contemporary of dancers Isadora Duncan and Ruth St. Denis who looked to Asia and Egypt for artistic inspiration. She was unparalleled in her time.
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