There was a group of people surrounding you, watching the way your body and stomach would move along to the sound of hand drums playing.

Your gaze focused down as you clasped your hands to the sound of the rhythm and moved your hips. The coins of your skirt rattling along with your movements and casting a glimmer whenever the sun casted down on them. As you made your way around the men and women in the crowd, showing off your movement.

A hand reached out to you, halting your movements. Long, tattooed fingers tugged at your bra that the person then stuffed some coins into.

Surprised, you look up to meet the gaze of a man staring back at you with squinted eyes, trying to analyze every detail of you