Fiona unbuttoned her blouse, with a kind of fetching shyness,
and pulled off her shorts, revealing a G-string, and then,
without hesitancy and in milk-skinned nakedness, did a turn on
her toes, kicked one leg high, made another turn, her
breasts flopping lushly, the flesh on her buttocks and thighs
quivering like pudding. She spun and kicked before the crowd
until her body was glistening with sweat. After one of
her slow pirouettes, she looked into the darkness with a
willed lasciviousness that made some of the women cringe, embarrassed
for her. Howls and catcalls greeted her balletically nimble performance.
Paraphrases from Paradise from Exiles: Three Short Novels by Philip Caputo.