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"Come one, come all!" 
"Hurry hurry here's your chance, see the mystery and romance"
The excited voice of the announcer sounded through the feasting hall. He was standing on a raised platform in the middle of the hall, ensuring the royal couple had the best view. The man was dressed in a fine suit of green velvet with gold trimmings. On his face he wore an elaborate mask of gold lace and flowing peacock feathers. The crowd was beginning to gather around the stage whispering excitedly as they pointed towards the stage and the announcer. The man praised his first act very highly but there was no one to be seen anywhere on or near the stage. The announcer was the only one there and some of the guests glanced around, craning their necks to catch a glimpse of this elusive dancer yet to no avail. It was indeed strange and the crowd had no choice but to patiently await the start of the act.

"Come one, come all!"
"See the finest girl in dance, make an entrance to entrance"
Floure was waiting in the wings underneath the stage, in a small hidden compartment listening to the words of the announcer. He had her change into a different dress, a gown more suited for the noble audience for whom she would be performing. The garments she'd been wearing were deemed inappropriate. She didn't like them calling her most beautiful garments unsuited, which just meant they were ugly. The announcer Frederick had told her the way she dressed was much too revealing and would draw the wrong kind of attention. Strange considering the gown she was wearing now covered not an inch of her arms. It was beautiful there was no denying that. It was probably the most expensive piece of clothing she'd ever touched or worn in her entire life. There feel of the fabric on her skin was velvety soft. It wrapped around her left shoulder in elegant folds of sparkling midnight blue fabric. Around her waist was a corset not made of leather but a sheer silver fabric, much stronger than it appeared cinching in her waist nicely. The same sparkling fabric was tied around her waist in a voluminous bow, the ends trailing down over the bottom of the dress. A wide skirt of silver folds, covered in countless hand sown black lace butterflies. 

He had her wear a very clumsy pair of slippers in which she could barely move, due to the high heels. Floure wasn't quite sure what kind of dance he was expecting from her, but these shoes had to go. Frederick continued to excite the crowd which gave Floure some time to make the necessary adjustments. She took off the priceless pair of slippers and instead put on her jeweled anklets which had bells on them. These were the anklets she'd worn every day when she was taught to dance. They were her lucky charms and made every performance one to remember. She adjusted the tambourine at her waist to make sure the knot wouldn't come loose just yet. She took a deep breath and relaxed her mind, not entirely different to her preparation before fortune telling. After that the young woman stepped on the wooden lift which would carry her up to the platform to make her grand entrance. 
"Wish me luck grandmother" She whispered under her breath as her fingers passed a small silver ring on her little finger. 

"Dance my desert rose! now.....DANCE!" Frederick cried out in blissful excitement which was followed by him throwing something onto the floor creating a flash of light and colored smoke. When the smoke cleared the announcer and the dancer had switched places as if by magic, as Frederick had now disappeared, yet nobody had seen him walk away. The fiddler began his tune and Floure followed his every play. 

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She felt alive and free, with only the fiddle as her company. Floure tapped the tambourine against her hip and played along with the fiddler, urging him to up his tempo. Her feet fell into the familiar steps of the Traveler dance, the way she moved was both elegant and seductive, a strangely alluring combination. She took out the red ribbon adorning her hair, which was meant to keep it tied up neatly. Floure hated the constricted feeling of having her hair tied in that way, especially when she was dancing. Frederick who was standing at the edge of the stage did not seem amused by what she was doing. He tapped his foot on the ground in an irritated fashion, his expression heavily annoyed. 

Her dance was at times fast and exciting before melting into a slower more enthralling performance, in which she aimed more for seduction, drawing the eye to where she wanted it. The young woman lowered herself to the floor laying down on the stage, the gown fanning about her like a flower. She playfully winked at the audience, smiling mischievously at the people who were watching her with wide eyes. 
Oh how she loved to dance.