Bruzhko won all the plans he prepared. All the prime ministers who were present at the banquet were immersed in the music as well as the beauty of the bodies of the dancers in the room. Everyone was having fun, waddling along and swaying to the beat.
Even Nosral was dissolved in the middle of it all. He forgot about his responsibilities for a moment. He had forgotten that he had unfinished business at that time, including the task of escorting Prince Aerus and entertaining him well at least until the evening's event was over.
Now he had been removed from the interest. He had been immersed in trying to have fun.
"Come on, Beauties! Let's dance!" he shouted.
The dancers entwine them with charm, cradling them in a string of beautiful, supple caresses. Then they brushed their pretty faces as if they were sprinkling magical powders.
