The room is filled with the soft hum of female voices, a chorus of anticipation. Amy Stone, the star of the show, stands at the center, her eyes closed, her body swaying to an unheard rhythm. She's a goddess, a priestess in her temple, and the other women, her acolytes, watch in awe and desire. She's a dancer, a seductress, a temptress, and she's only dancing for women tonight. Her body undulates, her hands trace lines of fire on her skin, and the room is filled with the scent of her, the sound of her, the very essence of her.