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HER DANCE'S LOVE.
#WritcoStoryPrompt24
A dance was an art form, whether in front of an audience full of gentlemen and ladies or in front of lascivious losers in a bar. She swirled around the pole as graceful and elegant as a respectable ballet dancer lost in the beauty of her own motions. Her eyes behind the mask that had been closed, opened as her set ended and locked directly with the steely, grey eyes of the man in the front row. Her heart skipped a beat. He knew who she was! She was the light of stars. They both looked each other and she just got lost in her own dance appreciated by the applause of the audience and that man was also clapping for her she felt like as she was flying in the sky, everybody was enjoying and appreciating her steps. Further, when she got free from her dance by receiving appreciation from the audience the man came to her. Her heart beat got skipped and her voice got shaken, his gray eyes were enough to slay anyone. He came to her and said: "YOUR DANCE IS THE REAL MAGIC AND YOU HAVE SPREAD YOUR MAGIC THIS NIGHT".
When she heard his appreciation she was little bit shy but over the man too as it was the first time a man appreciated her. They both kept on talking for a long time and then he offered her for the long drive. Happily, she accepted his request and they both went to his car and that night was their first night of love and affection.
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