Primitive, yet undeniably artistic.
The essence of costume wasn't abandoned; instead, fabric as the main component was forsaken, filling the void with a multitude of small diamond-colored adornments.
As the music played, the Dancer didn't keep the audience in suspense, swaying gracefully onto the stage, displaying core strength with just the entrance move.
Combined with the allure of a mature woman, every movement was captivating.
To be fair, the performance wasn't rough; the stage design was decent, and the performers were of good quality.
Even the accompaniment was live, performed by a burly man with a thick mustache beside the stage.
Like others, Fu Qian's gaze was focused on the Dancer in the center.
She had healthy, sun-kissed skin, a slender and toned physique, not overly delicate features, but her deep brown eyes exuded a wildness.
Yes, even though she wore heavy makeup, Fu Qian was certain she wasn't wearing colored lenses; her expressive eyes were indeed deep brown.
