It was past eleven o'clock in the night, and the moon was out. It was a full bright moon, shimmering its illecebrous glowing intermittent light down on earth, most especially down in the flower garden of the sundown midnight pack house.
The guests were seated, watching the dance being performed by the females in the large flower garden decorated and designed by the best designers of the sundown midnight pack house along with the help of some members of the Mills pack, including Ariel.
The males were beating stacking drums, while the female dancers danced to the rhythm of the music playing out of the drums.
Some parts of their face, like their cheeks, were covered with black paint and the top of their heads were covered with native american chief feather headdress.
The tami crochet rag mini skirt and shirt they wore, fitted and swung along with their body and hips in a snakelike motion, as they danced.
