Twelve slender figures drifted gracefully into the hall from outside.
As expected, these twelve women were all beauties of celestial grace, utterly incomparable to the flirtatious women from before.
Their features varied, yet every gesture and movement exuded a soul-stirring allure, seductive as demon foxes in the dead of night.
Most peculiar of all were their eyes. At first glance, they seemed to shimmer with rippling light, brimming with endless charm. Yet upon closer inspection, there was a trace of emptiness within them, as though they had lost the radiance of their "selves" and knew only how to please others.
Their beauty was a meticulously polished perfection, like the finest sculpture fashioned by a master craftsman. Though lifelike, it lacked that most vital spark of spirit.
"Young Master Gu Huang, their dancing is quite good. It should liven things up for you."
As soon as Lao Jian finished speaking, the twelve women seemed to receive some command. Their bodies swayed as they flowed like water into the center of the stone hall and began to dance gracefully.
There was no accompaniment of strings or pipes, yet as they moved, the ornaments at their waists softly collided, producing crisp sounds laced with a hint of decadent sensuality, forming their own rhythm.
Their movements were less a dance than an offering of seduction.
Their wide sleeves unfurled, their waists bent like willow branches, but every turn and every glance carried naked temptation.
Gradually, the dance became ever bolder and more uninhibited.
At some point, the ties of their plain white gauze robes had loosened. Their outer garments slipped down, revealing lustrous shoulders, delicate collarbones, and graceful curves.
They entwined with one another, their bodies pressing and rubbing together...
Their dance magnified the most primal desires to the utmost extreme.
Abandoned and wanton,