In the dim light of her lantern, she begins her dance, a ritual as old as time. Her movements are fluid, like the jade dragon on her skin, writhing with life. She touches herself, her fingers delving into her wet heat, her moans echoing in the empty room. She's a goddess, worshipping at the altar of her own desire, her body arching in ecstasy as she reaches her peak, her cries of release filling the night air.