There's no actual dancing going on here, so my teacher today suggested that I call this 'Internal Ballet.' That was before I told her it was a sex scene. I wimped out on the juicy stuff, although you can bet that if this ever hits a stage it's going to be ₙₐᵤgₕₜy
Transcription of the instructions at the end
*The woman defenestrates the old rose petals, remakes her bed, and changes into a nightgown, not entirely distinct from a hospital gown, feet conspicuously bare.
*She empties the full glass of darkened water by her bedside into the water bowl. With practiced ritual, she washes her hands and sinks the glass to fill it. She lifts it, inspects its colour; it has become clear once more.
*She takes a perfect rose, tears each petal delicately and drops them into her water bowl.
*Staring deep within the water bowl, she reaches in and steals a drop to paint her forehead.
*Hands cupped, she brings the water to her face. She does so in absolute ecstasy, attempting restraint the first four times before losing control.
*She reaches a climax and then, almost accidentally, gazes upon her reflection, which strikes her instantly still.
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