The anticipation in the hall was palpable as the gauze screen was lifted, revealing the stage. A hush fell over the audience, and they held their breath in anticipation of what was to come.
Then, the lady of the hour appeared, dressed in a stunning red garment that flowed gracefully behind her as she moved. She held a long, sharp sword in her hand, its blade glinting in the dim light of the room.
As she walked onto the stage, her hair shimmered with delicate silver accessories that caught the light, and her every step was carefully calculated, slow and deliberate. Her dress was cut high on the thigh, revealing a glimpse of her slender, white legs, which seemed to go on for miles. The slit of her dress ran all the way down to her calves, allowing the audience to catch glimpses of her delicate ankles as she moved.
