Suddenly a single shaft of
light erupted from above the dance floor creating a near solid beam to the
floor at its center. At the same time
the silence was rudely shattered by the dramatic sounds of classical
music. It was a classic arrangement of
string and brass taken from the fourth movement of Anton Bruckners’ eighth
symphony. A steady rhythm that built
rapidly towards a natural crescendo.
As the music played, the
excitement level within the room increased, all eyes turned towards the center
of the dance floor where a hole gradually opened, almost two meters in
diameter, the radius of the single light increasing to match it’s dimensions.
There was obviously some
form of riser beneath the dance floor as, amidst smoke and light a figure began
to rise up through the opening. She
stood erect with head bowed. As the
smoke slowly dissipated Hunt was able to make out more details. She was small and slim, almost waif like, her
arms hanging loosely by her side. Dressed
only in what appeared to be a single piece of diaphanous silvery material,
draped over her left shoulder and tied loosely at the waist, there was very
little to hide her slender figure. The
material sparkled in the steady light and was completely open at the sides
revealing large expanses of pearly white flesh.
Her rich red locks hung in loose swathes, flowing like rivers of fire
across her shoulders and back.
