Cat Dance and Deer Dance

"Chief, you called for me."

A woman's voice drifted over like smoke, seeming to carry a smile, and seeming brimming with curiosity. That voice was like April spring rain, drop by drop falling into the heart, only to tell people that spring had come.

Purple Grass chief Guramo turned around indifferently, and an exquisitely beautiful young girl appeared in the great hall. She wore a pale-yellow robe and had waist-length hair tied back. She had a delicate face, curved willow brows, a petite nose, and red lips as thin as rose petals. Yet what drew the eye most were her lively eyes. Those bright eyes were tender and affectionate, as if reflecting a pool of autumn water, and also as if hiding a beam of spring light.

"Mm. Medina, my daughter."

Guramo's gaze moved down from the girl's face, sweeping over her budding fullness, passing over her waist that seemed not to fill a single grasp, sliding across her long, straight legs, and landing on the graceful curve of her instep. Her body was filled with the brilliant vitality of youth, yet carried an added measure of bewitching, alluring charm. And anyone who knew the craft could tell at a glance that she was a dancer of outstanding figure, and even more, a stunner of astonishing suppleness.

After looking for a while, Guramo nodded expressionlessly, expressing satisfaction with the masterpiece he had painstakingly cultivated.

"Medina, dance the Huastec Cat Dance."

"Chief, here?"

The girl's eyes shifted like flowing water as she asked with a smile.

Guramo looked at the furnishings inside the great hall, estimated the setting of the king's banquet, and said with certainty, "Yes, right here."

Medina lightly bit her lip, then untied the thin yellow robe, revealing delicate jade-like collarbones, a close-fitting plain inner shirt, and taut,