The girls, with bells jingling on their bodies, danced to the sounds of pipas and leather drums. The beauty of their movements wasn't outstanding, but the extent of exposed skin was considerable—their ankles, waists, hips, and smoothly arched backs reflected flashes of pale, creamy skin, filled with a primal allure of seduction.
At the fishing port, where men were accustomed to toiling away, their eyes went wide as they watched, incessantly swallowing their saliva.
This seemed to be a troupe passing through the port, with a total of thirty to fifty people performing in front of and behind the stage, plying their art along the harbor. At this time, there were many similar troupes, mostly showing tricks like fire-breathing, the Golden Spear Throat Lock, or knife-throwing.
But to attract a crowd, nothing worked better than scantily clad, enticing young girls.
Just like the troupe now...
