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Kandi found herself breathing heavily. The room was dimly lit, bathed in a warm, amber haze that seemed to slow time and soften every edge. In the heart of this space, under a beam of low golden light, she moved — a Brazilian woman with presence so magnetic it pulled every pair of eyes into her orbit. Her dance was not hurried, not showy, but purposeful — every sway of her hips, every turn of her body was steeped in rhythm and control, as if she were dancing to a beat only she could fully hear. She wore a black lace top, sheer and intricately woven, clinging to her with elegance and edge. The lace offered tantalizing glimpses of skin, but never too much — just enough to keep the imagination alert. Her toned shoulders caught the light whenever she leaned back or rolled her arms in fluid motion, her muscles moving like poetry beneath the delicate fabric. Her tight black mini skirt hugged her hips and thighs, its fit accentuating every precise shift in weight as she danced, hips rolling, knees bending, body rising and falling like waves under a slow tide.

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