The smell of incense filled his nostrils and overwhelmed him unexpectedly. The swordsman hadn't wanted to come to this place in the first place, but he had been dragged along by Luffy and Sanji who had wanted to see the belly dancing show. Uninterested, Zoro took large sips at his bottle of sake, wondering why he'd let himself get dragged along by his moron friends. The man stood out like a sore thumb – his swords, scarred eye and clothing made him look like some sort of gangster; not to mention the green hair. "Oi, shitty cook, when's it gonna start? I wanna get out of here as soon as possible." The blond guy glared at him, not believing that a man could not be interested in watching three beautiful girls dance. "Shut up you stinky marimo. I'd almost think that you're gay, considering your lack of interest in women." Zoro had wanted to throw an insulting remark in Sanji's direction, but at that moment the lights were dimmed and the curtains rose.
Warm light lit up the stage, revealing three veiled women; one with black hair, one with blue hair and one with orange hair. Zoro leaned forward, enchanted by the music and by the magical movements of the orange haired beauty. Her hips seemed to circle to the movements of the earth, slow and promising, almost feline. The orange curls danced around her body with every movement she made, while her hands moved with an unknown elegance. The cloths that decorated her body sometimes veiled the view on her beautiful face. Through the laced veil he caught a glimpse of her warm, brown eyes that reminded him of liquid honey in this light.
He lost himself in her dance, the other two women forgotten, his attention focussed only on her. Zoro was caught in her web; completely in a trance, unable to tare his gaze away from the beautiful woman. Each movement of her feet, her legs, her head, her arms – oh her beautiful hands – every glance his way; all of it, he savoured it, treasuring it. An invisible veil hung between them: unreachable, dangerously sweet. For a moment it seemed as if the veil was lifted.
The incense made him dizzy, filling his head, making it spin as images of the unknown beauty were imprinted on his cornea. How much he longed to touch her wonderful body, stroke those curls that danced around her body like flames and kiss those lips that were clouded from view by the black lace. The white skin looked so impeccable, so soft that Zoro wanted nothing more than to run his fingers over her pale body.
Her movements were tempting, almost seemed as if she was calling him. Come to me, Zoro, come. Oh how much he desired to touch her, with his whole body, soul, heart and mind; every molecule in him screamed for her, but she would never hear it.
As the music faded away, she looked at him and for a moment Zoro believed to see her smile at him. The enchantment faded away with the music and the veil that had hung between them covered her entirely.
The curtains closed.