Raw, but there was still an artistic element to it.
She hadn't abandoned clothing altogether. She'd simply given up on fabric as the main material, using a multitude of dangling ornaments that glittered like shattered diamonds to fill in the gaps.
As the music played, the dancer didn't keep the audience waiting. She swayed onto the stage, and even that single movement revealed her core strength.
Combined with the allure of a mature woman, every gesture tugged at the heartstrings.
To be fair, the show wasn't all that rough. The stage design was decent, and the performers were skilled.
Even the accompaniment wasn't a recording. A burly man with a thick beard was playing it live nearby.
Like the other spectators, Fu Qian had his eyes almost entirely fixed on the dancer in the middle.
Her skin was a healthy wheat-brown, and her figure was tall, toned, and graceful. Her features weren't especially delicate, but her deep brown eyes held a wildness that came through whenever she glanced around.
That was right. Though she wore heavy makeup, Fu Qian was quite certain she wasn't wearing colored contacts or anything like that. Her eyes, quietly full of feeling, really were deep brown.
As for the claim that she had blue eyes—Fu Qian's gaze settled on the navel exposed beneath her costume.
It wasn't painted blue, either. Instead, there were two concentric circles centered on her navel.
They weren't painted on or tattooed. They were two slender metal rings, attached with some kind of fragrant substance.
And though the inner circle wasn't colored either, Fu Qian was quite sure the proportions between the rings were almost identical to the outer two layers of "The Unassailable."
"That really is The Unassailable."
As Fu Qian studied it, a voice beside him affirmed his judgment.