"It's not meant to be a happy dance. It is, however, meant to be passionate. About a hunger that can never be satisfied." Briefly moving his arm from around her, he adjusted her pose, tilting her pelvis further away from his. There was something almost poetic about it, about every move, every step, his feelings doing the dance justice.

His lips curled up in an almost predatory smile at her question, his feet walking her a few paces backwards. "The dance was invented in brothels, sweetheart. What do you think the man's role in it is? If you need a story to go with it then, to put it bluntly, imagine a whore who falls in love with one of her johns."