"T-thank you..."  Merame paused in reflection for a moment.  She went deep into her mind, remembering two things.  The first were the dance moves that she had been taught by one of the dancing girls from Chiaroscuro that had come through Lookshy.  Oddly enough, Merame had been to the City of Glass - twice.  Though she did not speak their language, she spoke Riverspeak, the language of traders and merchants everywhere, and thus could be understood in the city by at least a fraction of the population.  The other thing she tried to dredge up was her memory of the times she spent there - on a mission, of course, but still there.<br/><br/>Yifa would know when the performance was starting.  It was slow, at first - a simple, circular motion of Merame's hips.  She channeled her memories into the dance, remembering the heat, the constant, sweltering<em>heat</em>...trying to remember what it felt like on her body, the sun burning down on them...and it reflected in her performance.  The heat she was feeling within her memory showed itself outwards, in an outpouring of passion as Merame danced faster, and harder, and faster, and harder...she felt so<em>hot</em>, she needed to<em>let it out</em>.