"There are no pre-planned movements for this song. It is old. Primal. Let your body respond to the music," Moloch told her. He spun her around. Aada turned, following her head, following his lead. Moloch caught her. Aada felt him behind her, something solid and good. Still, she'd prefer that there were rules in place.
"Creativity is the key," he told her. She could feel him smiling. He was testing her. She turned away, just beyond the reach of his fingers. The drumbeat rolled through her, filling her with some alien feeling. She'd never had the opportunity to just move with music. Every dance in Cinnabar had measured steps, a set protocol. You curtsy, you step, you turn, maybe you're in hold. No creativity needed. But this, this was so far removed from anything she was used to.
Aada found she wanted to be close to Moloch. The music demanded an intimacy between its dancers. She stepped closer to Moloch, her hand caressing his face, moving down to his shoulder. As she moved with Moloch, Aada found her confidence growing.
The pipes began, demanding a new rhythm from the dancers. Aada turned in Moloch's arms, weaving across the dance floor, a smile never far from her face. She forgot about anyone else in the room. She had always adored dancing, but this was different. Her feet glided across the floor. Dancing with Moloch felt so easy, each able to follow the other's moves with merest suggestion. Her gaze would leave Moloch for the briefest second before her eyes locked with his once again. The music became more intense. Hands passed across bodies, never lingering for long.
The music stopped as Aada finished a spin. She found herself standing face to face with Moloch. She felt breathless. The rest of the room came back into view. It was no longer to herself and Moloch. "You dance well Your Majesty."