Sorayah's fingers moved swiftly as she changed into the dancer's attire, her breath steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within her. The red skirt and top fit her perfectly, molding to her slender frame like they were made for her. A surge of confidence coursed through her veins as she tied the golden sash around her waist, its shimmering fabric a contrast to the turmoil beneath her calm exterior.
The other dancers watched her with a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, their eyes assessing her every move. Some whispered among themselves, clearly wondering about her sudden appearance and if what they're doing is right.
At last, one of them spoke, breaking the silence. "What's your name?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "And do you… perhaps work for the palace?"
