Inside the main hall, the guests are seated.
As far as the eye could see, in the middle of the main hall, there was a huge Persian carpet, the corners of which were pressed with aromatherapy boxes, a light pine fragrance that lingered throughout the entire space, and the carpet was embroidered with an intricate pattern of roses and vines.
On the carpet was a group of barefoot dancers in red sarongs dancing barefoot, they danced lightly, gold chains on their waists and silver bells on their wrists jingling, their waists swaying along with their wrists, enveloped in the smoke of the aroma, so beautiful that one could not take one's eyes off them.
Orville in the main seat also stared at these dancers with interest, but what interested him was not the enchanting dance, nor their rose-like beautiful faces, but the fine chains on their waists and the bells on their wrists.
