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The young girl opened her fans suddenly, moving them like wings in her hands as she began to dance. Her mouth, usually nonchalant, now wore a look of determination and seriousness. Her dance, filled with a bewitching power, seemed different from the usual court fan dances.
"General, this doesn't seem like the usual court fan dance, does it?" a nobleman, mesmerized, whispered to General Del. Indeed, compared to the traditional dances, this girl's dance seemed more powerful. It was as if she wasn't just dancing but also attacking and defending with her fans! Her movements, akin to the whipping of a whip and her rapid turns, displayed an elegance impossible for a typical woman to achieve.
With a snap, the green-haired girl spun like a whirlwind, and when enough momentum was gathered, she struck the ground forcefully with her fan, creating a gust that left the audience breathless. She caught her breath, covered her face with her fans, and crouched. Then, with a drumbeat, she threw her fans like boomerangs, which circled around her before she caught them again after a low flip.
The drumbeats grew louder and more intense, and the girl's fan dance displayed scenes never before seen by the audience. The ordinary fans flew and hid the girl, and every opening and closing movement was filled with speed. Coupled with her attire, which seemed to lack undergarments, she captivated all the men in the hall. Even the women felt inferior but dared not show any jealousy.
As the drumbeats continued, varying in speed and intensity, the girl's forehead began to glisten with sweat, yet her dance grew more skillful and intricate. The audience gasped in awe at every move, completely enchanted.
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Meanwhile, the performance couldn't be confined to just the open-air banquet hall. Soldiers from the General's mansion, hearing the sounds, were also drawn to the scene, entranced by the dancing fairy, forgetting their duties.
As the final drumbeat echoed, the girl, still spinning, released her fans, which circled her, gradually expanding their orbit. She counted to five, then leaped forward, catching the fans and pulling them open. The dance had come to an end.
With the cessation of the drums, Mengdie, slightly out of breath, adjusted to her fatigue. Opening her eyes, she saw a silent crowd, all looking at her without a word. She closed her fans, bowed to the audience, and thought to herself that her performance, more martial than dance, seemed to have gathered a significant crowd, including many soldiers, easing the pressure on Xiu and the others.
After the bow, Mengdie stepped back, ready to leave the stage. She had planned to perform more if her dance was well-received, but the crowd's reaction was beyond her expectation. She hoped Xiu would act quickly.
Suddenly, as Mengdie was about to exit, an overwhelming cheer erupted, startling her. It was a level of acclaim she had never experienced before, even on Earth. Startled, she turned to see what had happened and realized the audience was ecstatic. If not for the General's men blocking the stage, they might have rushed up to her.
"Hey! Miss Emily, don't leave yet, go back, go back!" The announcer quickly reminded Mengdie. Realizing her dance's effect, she returned to the center of the stage with a smile, though she couldn't bring herself to do the "hip-twisting" walk Xiu had advised.
Seeing Mengdie return to the stage center, the audience cheered again. The men, normally so gentlemanly, were drooling with excitement, creating the perfect diversion for Xiu and the others to escape.
"Well done, Miss Mengdie," Xiu, leading the women out of the General's mansion, smiled smugly.
Back at the banquet hall, Mengdie was growing tired of the audience's fervor. Their eyes conveyed their desire to devour her, and her dress's high slit became the focal point for many.
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