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She wanted to dance for him. She wore her favorite dark green, tight-fitting dress that revealed her white lingerie. Without speaking, she put on music and began to move slowly. Her hips drew waves, her gaze never leaving his. Each step was a caress without contact. The silence was fire. At the end, she stayed on her knees, her breath stinging, her skin on fire. He did not speak, only smiled. He rose, leaving behind him the echo of a promise fulfilled. He did not touch, but everything inside burned. The language was dance.