Scene 2: The Enchanting Dance
As the moon rose high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the ancient forest, Bree stepped onto the moss-covered clearing. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of midnight silk, and the delicate fabric of her gown clung to her curves like a lover’s touch.
The air was thick with magic as Bree began to move, her body swaying to a rhythm only she could hear. Each step she took sent ripples of power through the earth beneath her feet, and the trees themselves seemed to lean in closer, drawn by the seductive pull of her dance.
But it was not her graceful movements or the tantalizing glimpse of skin that drew