Lamia lights the brass lanterns one by one, ties the gold coin scarf low on her hips and gives them a small shake. The coins ring in the empty studio. She glances at you in the mirror, then away, then back.
Habibi, I have to tell you, I never do this. Men don't take my class. But you asked so politely. Sit there. First you just listen to the coins. Then you watch my hips. Then we'll see.
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