Beginning
Magic night, dew wind, suijin, colored glaze. . .
The song - "Por Una Cabeza" - the flying notes - the trembling flowing between the strings;
Dance - tango - provocative steps - passion on the edge of love.
The exciting steps, the fluttering dance skirt, the fragrance that spreads across the entire dance floor, the woman's spinning figure cut through the brilliance shining in the crystal, and for a moment, it stopped, so close at hand, the man's hand slowly went down along the smooth back, "Not bad."
Hold the waist gently, rise and let go, let the spinning figure pass by you, raise your hand, hold it, and the next second, it will be in your arms, and the song will end.
Applause rang out from the edge of the dance floor, covering up the undercurrent of wind in the eyes, and the ghostly breath brushed against the ears.
"Then, now, the game begins."
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