The call to prayer echoes, but this Arab girl's dance is a prayer of a different kind. In the narrow alleyways of Marrakech, she moves with the urgency of a woman possessed. Her lithe body twists and turns, her hands tracing the curves she'd like to follow with her tongue. She's a flame, and the world is her wick, igniting her passion with each flick of her hips. The dance ends, but the heat lingers, a promise of more to come.