....A show that took my breath away. The soft candlelights illuminated with a red/orange light the tent, full of wonderful carpets and cushions. Her sensous body would move in the exotically scented air capturing the attention of the small lucky audience.
The flames would dance matching the movements of Asha in a play of light and shade, soft rustles and a pressing rhythm changed the girl in a ethereal, supernatural creature, a languid and seducing angel who took my heart away.
I don't know how much time took her exhibition, but as soon as she disappeared behind the red curtains, the only thing on my mind was the desire to get her, to dance with her.

I went to speak to my friend who had invited me to the show and I told him that I would not have minded the price, Asha had to dance with me.
He looked at me ominously as if I swore an oath, he sternly told me I should have been satisfied by what I had just seen, because only a few men were so lucky.

I begged him to help me and I told him I would have made him a rich man, but his reply was only a sad look, that I didn't understand.
I ran out of the tent to get behind it but a group of men, wearing turbans stopped me. They didn't say anything, they only wouldn't allow me a step further.
My friend got out of the tent and stepped beside me. -You are not the only one, several men are charmed by Asha, but don't worry, I've got a remedy- after these words only darkness. I woke up the morning after in my bed. My friend, to spare me more troubled, had struck me and took me back to my hotel. Maybe I should have been grateful to him, but my heart never came back, beacuse I never saw Asha anymore.