Swaying to the music, they moved as one.
Slowly at first, then gaining momentum.
Swirling, rounding, dipping...
Eyes locked. Bodies pressed.
Beads of perspiration the steamy testament of wordless passion...
before swaying once more, slowly, as one.
"My needs are few," she said.
"Although I have some wants."
The Universe cocked its universal head and waited expectantly.
"I need clean air, good food, great friends, ease of riches and a lovely place to live.
I want for my imagination to always create great things that are for my highest good and the good of others. If I can have those things, I'd be golden."
And so she was.