Two little girls had led me to their home, and as soon as the door was closed they touched the wick unto the fire and wished to dance for me.
Their unrouged cheeks were tan, just like their little bellies. They grasped each other by the arms and chattered joyously.
Seated upon a raised and padded trestle, Glottis sang in a sharp voice, and struck her noisy little hands together.
Kyse danced in quick staccato fashion, then stopping, winded with laughter, grasped her sister by her breasts, bit her shoulder and turned her roundabout much like a playful goat.