The tent holding the belly dancer was one of the most frequently visited, and even now had a large crowd.  Even from a distance Liz could see it wasn't a typical female, but one of the demonkind that worked under Xy.  The creature writhed and moved on stage, hips swaying back and forth, body contorting in all manners that any mundane woman would find impossible to match.  Hands moved through the air, sliding along one arm and then the other, legs kicking out in time to music filtered in from somewhere.<br/><br/>A man was brought on stage, settled into a chair with a back.  The belly dancer proceeded to move all around him, twisting and turning, leaping and scissoring her legs easily.  She began moving on his lap, body moving in languid rolls that pressed her against him in all manners.  Brian was absolutely in awe of the situation, watching as the man kept his hands to himself, but how he did that Brian had no idea.  Liz, though, could guess what was happening in short order.<br/><br/>The woman's writhing became more focused as she effectively gave the man a lap dance, grinding into him as her hands came to rest on the chair behind him.  As she bent her head towards him, her hair fell in the way of letting the audience see what happened.  The strike was quick and painless as she fed from him, sucking the much-needed blood from his neck even as she made the man orgasm just from the sensuality of her dance and the sudden strike to his neck.  Little was taken, but she licked and sealed the wound before sauntering off his lap, hips swaying to the crowd's cheer.